I did it! I am here on Thursday with my parents ... let's say that I have been careful to leave the old house ... accuracy throughout Switzerland, October 15 had to leave the house and I did just before noon, practically new tenant almost kicked me :-)
did not want to come back and my conquilino did not help me at all, kept asking me to stay, that crazy! :-) ... I hard: "I have to restore my situation c
onoma and then I'll stay by my" ... riaccolgono me with so much love, parties, and those who have fat calves and so forth.
... after loading my point with self-closing lid (do not know how many blows on his head) I started at the kitchen table (the one that my roommate has strongly desired to imitate Barbara D'Urso and Platinette Sunday, 5) and I started to greet all the people who flock to the park of the "electronic gate" (as he calls me, now, a former pizza maker troglodytes). first greeting went upstairs to the tribe, after many vaafareinculo finally something sweet: a small anonrivedersimaipiù, softly whispered. hours in the attic hear the frolicking of sparrows (yes, I own bucolic :-)), there are no more balls of the small urlochestona , the hooves of Mrs. passopesante or phone calls ruttochespazza .
a vanfanculo ubaldi affectionate to the family with Dad passed away (do not know where and how), mom slut, also the daughter, the grandmother out of tune and the idiot son. their quarrels and clashes animate our mornings, afternoons, evenings and often the nights ... what beautiful words, which I thought the poem ... it melts your heart and salt into another blasphemy :-)
a hello with lots of bird is out for the "mirrors", the neighbor across the spies, that from a certain point on I shock decided to walk naked around the house with windows and curtains open ... my view escaped closing in :-).
a greeting with applause to Mrs. Rosa for his dishes ever tasted ... dear lady, now I'm at home mom and I'm not satisfied more than just smell, but eventually eat all very good things that you cook.
a "hello", as every morning, the teacher (retired) for two years I found standing at the window of his apartment mezzanine floor to smoke the first cigarette of the day. winter with his hat on and in the summer with his shirt open.
a last perfavoreammazzateviavicenda mother and daughter two nights a week fighting. Mom: "bitch, bitch," his daughter, "who I am? is just a friend!" ... whenever prayed that they should slaughter and the two ended the story :-).
... well, in this context so devastated, we were a perfect piece, we as "abnormal" ... only boys in our house, music from midnight onwards, cleaning the house at eleven o'clock at night
are 6 nights I'm home, my make enormous efforts to not feel their pressure, I love them for that, but gladly run away, I want my independence ... I swear I will make every last penny and come back in less than a year off. free not to eat, coming back late, eat as much, throwing dirty clothes on the ground, being barefoot, go, go when I want, being naked, being with my love ;-) ... I promise all of you before, I'll be more ant and avoid spending always ... hopefully:-D
did not want to come back and my conquilino did not help me at all, kept asking me to stay, that crazy! :-) ... I hard: "I have to restore my situation c
onoma and then I'll stay by my" ... riaccolgono me with so much love, parties, and those who have fat calves and so forth. ... after loading my point with self-closing lid (do not know how many blows on his head) I started at the kitchen table (the one that my roommate has strongly desired to imitate Barbara D'Urso and Platinette Sunday, 5) and I started to greet all the people who flock to the park of the "electronic gate" (as he calls me, now, a former pizza maker troglodytes). first greeting went upstairs to the tribe, after many vaafareinculo finally something sweet: a small anonrivedersimaipiù, softly whispered. hours in the attic hear the frolicking of sparrows (yes, I own bucolic :-)), there are no more balls of the small urlochestona , the hooves of Mrs. passopesante or phone calls ruttochespazza .
a vanfanculo ubaldi affectionate to the family with Dad passed away (do not know where and how), mom slut, also the daughter, the grandmother out of tune and the idiot son. their quarrels and clashes animate our mornings, afternoons, evenings and often the nights ... what beautiful words, which I thought the poem ... it melts your heart and salt into another blasphemy :-)
a hello with lots of bird is out for the "mirrors", the neighbor across the spies, that from a certain point on I shock decided to walk naked around the house with windows and curtains open ... my view escaped closing in :-).
a greeting with applause to Mrs. Rosa for his dishes ever tasted ... dear lady, now I'm at home mom and I'm not satisfied more than just smell, but eventually eat all very good things that you cook.
a "hello", as every morning, the teacher (retired) for two years I found standing at the window of his apartment mezzanine floor to smoke the first cigarette of the day. winter with his hat on and in the summer with his shirt open.
a last perfavoreammazzateviavicenda mother and daughter two nights a week fighting. Mom: "bitch, bitch," his daughter, "who I am? is just a friend!" ... whenever prayed that they should slaughter and the two ended the story :-).
... well, in this context so devastated, we were a perfect piece, we as "abnormal" ... only boys in our house, music from midnight onwards, cleaning the house at eleven o'clock at night
are 6 nights I'm home, my make enormous efforts to not feel their pressure, I love them for that, but gladly run away, I want my independence ... I swear I will make every last penny and come back in less than a year off. free not to eat, coming back late, eat as much, throwing dirty clothes on the ground, being barefoot, go, go when I want, being naked, being with my love ;-) ... I promise all of you before, I'll be more ant and avoid spending always ... hopefully:-D
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