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Today was a bad / good day.
Yesterday was bad. Two more weeks and I'm looking for 4 of the Roses of Versailles, but nothing. For most of the clerks of the comics are antipaticissimi è.é The Simpsons are right! The fat man is the spirit of the comics intrinsic fumettai è.é
Today I cried like a fountain, thinking a thousand things more useless than the other.
A friend of mine-that the failure in all subjects-will receive the iPhone (no, not for Christmas, so ... so much). I told my mother was born there and stink.
I had an argument with my parents, during lunch. Then, after ten minutes from the end, I ran from them as a child, apologizing.
BHO. What a strange feeling.
Why my posts are always on livejournal blteramenti?
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