Italians just do it better.
Sometimes I really can't tell whether i'm coming or going. Like this morning. Maybe this whole week.
Finals for World Cup are on today. I'm for Italy, by default. I don't want the consulate coming after me.
I also went to 80's night last night with the theatre crowd and I must say, really I must say that I got out my jiving jeebies... I mean, I danced my heart out. On stage. Nearly the whole time.
I needs take a shower. I ate breakfast. Oh, I finally bought groceries for the first time in many months.
Everyone likes my hair.
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I wasn't thrilled either, i'll admit. Talk about an anti-climax...
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