Wednesday, September 9, 2009

6v 4ah Batterycharger Circuit

life back on track

Welcome back!
Here we are, for the last period nuiorchese of this piece of life.
forgive grammatical errors, typos, lack of verbs in some sentences, semantic redundancy, and meaningless phrases. If you do not forgive them at the top right corner is a button, next blog, where you will find something better writer than me.
I arrived yesterday, right on schedule at 16:30 local time. After two grueling hours of the Immigration queue (in Italy at that stage where a lazy police officer pretending to give a quick glance at your passport and lets you recover your bags) and I we took a Fabio Tacs. Tacs because it was not a taxi. Prince (so it's called) has boosted its first lincoln asking $ 35 to take us where it was supposed to bring. Then, since he had not caught the place where he was, he asked us $ 45. But then the place was far more than what he thought .... then 55. Oh well ... the important thing is that we have arrived. Beyond that we have suffered the theft there was a glorious broccoli happened while we were in the car: Prince looks a girl, she smiles, he rolled down the window "are you married?" "No so are you" "No, I'm not married, what's your name?" "Tisha" she does and when he gives her the phone number you call. Be careful, because all this happens while the cars in the queue move and pass.
to talk for a moment and he comes out with some fabulous "are you going to be my princess?". Great pity that we have fucked, otherwise the law would come in the elite of the best men in the world. Alexia
We find out that there is the holidays, and as soon as we get home we understand why he was out .... because the house is a delusion!
dirty filthy filthy floors, boxes everywhere, no lamps, beds still vertical ... well a situation that you do not expect to find after 14 hours and 6 hours of travel time ...
I look at him, okay, you're tired, hungry and smell, in that order. How can you solve these problems?
I fuck off the problem of stink and we went to eat fried chicken from Popeye, a place of worship for all Americans who respect cicciabombardoni (for tomorrow we diet). After the soup in bed and sleep horizontally violent, until 8 o'clock this morning. Spun 10 hours without moving a muscle.
Today reorganization, emails gun for homes and jobs, and still the same tomorrow.
New York is the same snake always sheds its skin every season and when it bites you will not let you escape ....
all friends, welcome back to Broccolino.

A couple of notes: Sept. 23 release "The Fact " a new journal, hopefully free.
the other note I can not do to write it, I'm going to eat.

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