Breeze-block Garden Wall

Ok, I'm a little obsessed.

BUT I can stop at Any Time I Want to.
Really, I can.

...... oh! Please, please help me!

Someone help me. I can not stop updating this
lj at least two or three times at day and - MOST OF ALL - I can't stop listening this damned song at all!!!
I feel ashamed to say how many times (106) I've heard "What Hurts The Most"..
I'm a hopeless case.
Yes, I AM.

ARGH!!!!

Burn When Pee After Brazilian Wax

I went to the veterinarian.
Well, my two cats and I went to the veterinarian, a quiet, reputable and smart person!
(mmmm, maybe I think well of him because I'm not a cat..)
What a wonderful day of nothingness!
Really, I'm the laziest person in the whole world and I spend my spare time doing only useless things.
(and I have inside me a little bit of nerdity too..).

--> Jumping from one-thing-to-another <--
This night on the street down here, there's a band singing old italian songs..
Man, I think I'm gonna kill this blonde + super trash + choked chiken.
Yeah.


(To my little fellow:
You made my day, boy.
You make my day everyday.
(ilove)YOU.)

Cream And Burgandy Living Rooms

(God bless NUTELLA and "Nonna Fletcher")

...speaking in confidence:

LOCO ROCO FOR PRESIDENT!

I found this silly game surfing the net this morning and I must admit it's amazing! My version consists of only one level because it's a demo , but I really enjoyed it!
So, what are you waiting for?!
GO and have fun with LOCO ROCO!

Updating:
I nearly died laughing.
You know, Google is something really really hilarious sometimes.
Take a look (especially if you're italian)
HERE
I clicked accidentally on "Translate this page" while I was on the phone with a friend of mine and, serious, I nearly died laughing!
Kids is translated as "capretti" (the goat's pup!) and club as "randello" (the cudgel!). Very funny!
( HERE the original page.)
Enjoy!

Para Que Sirve Arcade Deluxe?

Che le Ferrovie dello Stato non brillassero di particolare "intelligenza" era risaputo..
Ma io dico: che bisogno c'era di lasciare un buco di un'(importantissima) hours in the scheduling of trains to Genoa?
Among seven fifty nine fifty-four and there are no other trains!
What can I say?

BAD!

Aeropostale Drug Testing

(Oh MAN, this damned song 's killing me ..)

I wanted to "do".
to "do" something, anything creative and capable enough to appease the growing desire to design, build, create ..
And I took a day to put on this small page.
Sometimes I take it, and do not know if it's a good or a bad thing (because my room is facing desperate conditions for over a week or so ..)
It 's a disease!
am a terribly lazy chronic + + curious idlers.
Almost a disaster .. But how could I resist
last.fm? And down songs about songs ..
And how could I not spend at least an hour to choose for good (?) Intonations (?) Color for this space?!
Sacrilege!
So once again I find myself yawning at 4 am trying to remember which side was the bed before a mysterious plane dropping bombs all over the square square footage of my room .. and the bed, I swear, it's only the smallest and least influential of the things that those bombs were able to move!
The door to say ..
I remembered that he was right. Some one must have repositioned
Unbeknownst to me-full-left (along with that of the pantry?) Because first, in the dark, I took the full wall.