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1. life exchange: – get rid of my life (do not suicide!!) – throw it in the (right!!) recycling trash can – steal somebody else’s life preferences: steady job, mild travelling, pretty wife, one/two kids, some money, some savings, no mortgage. possible: an affair – get on with it

2. buy garlic and bread

3. get satellite-based internet service

4. stop drinking OR smoking.

so the blog this one got titles what an excitement boy now you’ll know what it talks about even before starting to read oh my man so cool then great isn’t it just awesome oooohh reeeally??

oh boy…

“L’uomo, granello di sabbia gettato nell’infinito da una mano sconosciuta, povero insetto dalle gracili zampe che, sull’orlo dell’abisso, vuole abbarbicarsi ad ogni ramo, che mira alla virtù, all’amore, all’egoismo, all’ambizione, che cerca in tutto questo una facoltà per meglio sostenersi, che si aggrappa a Dio, ma finisce sempre per perdere le forze, mollare la presa e cadere…”

Memorie di un pazzo (Mémoirs d’un fou)
Gustave Flaubert

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recipe for getting over lay-off depressions:
(if you already have a friend, jump to step 2)

1. get a friend. anyone will do, paid or volunteering. don’t be picky, when in depression, time worths a lot.

2. invite friend to bar. try to choose one that has your favorite beer and cable tv. (if you’re a schnapps and/or scotch/vodka/gin drinker, be careful to read step very carefully).

3. order a couple of beers. and another two for your friends as well. (be careful not to get suddenly drunk, or you’ll end up worse than you were before, and then things can happen, like old memories of ex girlfriends, remembering the last time you got laid, and though how long ago it was, et cetera).

4. drink both beers at once, and then grab your friend’s beer and drink them as well. (at this point, you could actually tell your “friend” to leave, unless he is a she, and you’re good at bed when drunk, but then you wouldn’t be depressed, would you?)

5. start watching the tv until they put the promotional with all the movie, sports and sitcoms cuts.

6. make a list of them, mentally. (well, actually, after the four beers, never mind…)

7. try to spot all the things you have already done. (well, actually, just memorize ALL of them). won’t you love to do all of those things? parachute jumping, soccer player, travellling the world, dating georgeous women, actually having sex with them… sounds like a life, doesn’t it? wuldn’t itazing to go out and do those things? don’t you just feel you can, that your life is just started? no? well, we know… that’s why you’re alone in a bar, drinking by yourself, laid-off and without a girlfriend. (yes, we just assumed you did not have one, but aren’t we right, huh? huh!!?)

8. get in the exact order describer hereunder: – a mojito (pronounced moo~eeh~tow, you saw~kr!!) – a grand slam – a vodka tonic with a twist – a screwdriver – a long island (make that double) – absinthe (small dosis, be careful, you might be drunk already) – sambuca (as pousse-cafe, it helps digestion)
if you still can touch your nose and feel something, repeat if necessary. (if you cannot touch your nose and still you feel something, please continue to the next step)

9. pay the bill.

10. now ask for two other beers, go home, and open the fridge. (if you forgot to pay the bill, go back to step 8, if you did not pay on purpose, then why the hell are you depressed when you can get free beer like that?)

11. get the six pack and the chips and go to your living room (if you still live with your parents, go straight to your room, and please check that the chips are yellow, not green and furry)

12. drink a beer, all of it, repeat if necessary. (necessary means if you still can)

13. go to sleep, and try not to choke on your vomit. tomorrow you’ll be so sick and have such a hangover that you wont remember about your prior pains and sorrows.

14. repeat if necessary.

• we both talk through every pore of our body
• we both smile all the time
• we both are precocious
• we both like weed beer (waiß)
• we both like to talk while smiling all the time, and drinking blanche bier (waiß)
• we both believe in the future, but build it one step at a time
• we both want to have children
• we both are firstborns
• we both love Femme Fatale, velvet underground
• we both know that love is the answer
• we both love to be the center of attention
• we both hate to be the center of attention
• we both are into the details
• we both believe in perfection
• we both are depressive
• we both say too much
• we both are geeky but don’t entire like it
• we both hide and show our feelings, at the same time
• we both want to be discovered
• we both are non italians
• we both know that we have sooo much to give out, but soo much
• we both have learned the hard way to accept things the way they are
• we both are spoiled brats
• we both have better words
• we both love to fly
• we both live elsewhere
• we both figure ourselves out by shouting ourselves out
• we both get drunk
• we both love kissing
• we both have lyrics
• we both live in this world
• we both are a little confused
• we both areericans
• we both like the same music
• we both can be bossy
• we both were born against christians, oh wait. not that.
• we both read too much
• we both love autumn
• we both are romantics to the bone
• we both cry inside
• we both are really smart

• we both want we both

well, this enotebook got a lift.
i’m getting one next week. hope it takes me very high!

i should be either excited to the core, or tired to the core (which i!) or dazed and confused to the core, or mad to the core, or dissapointed to the core.

i have a plead like so many people. i just want to do what i like and know how to do, and do it well. isn’t it what i’m supposed to do? isn’t one of the ways of being, of fullfilling yourself, of improving, of making a difference?

no. at least according to law. to italian law. so it results that i want to work here (milano), and they want me to work here (milano), and i’m perfect for the job (right languages, right experience), and i already have been here (milano) working… and maybe i cannot just because “they ran out of visas”… are they mental or???

what’s a visa but the opportunity a country has to let enter people they want/need/like/urge/crave/desire? how can a country run out of visas? you can run out of beds, or bicycles, or shampoo, but not visas. if you need somebody, you’ll say ‘hey, i found another visa, it was just right here, down the table!’

so maybe i’m going tomorrow to the questura and ask for a visa, and maybe they’ll have ran out of visas and kitkats, maybe they won’t even look under the table (perhaps they ran out of tables as well), maybe they won’t even want to look under the table.

or maybe i’ll get my visa, start working, and be happyong my friends. i’ll think about that last one.

music and books, it always happen to me that i get them exactly when they’re supposed to arrive, when they seem perfect for the moment. music and books, well two things i love. it is actually marvelous when somebody finds such wonderful words to say precisely what i want to say, what i’m feeling that moment. or is it that i look for my feelings, my life deep inside the music, the books? could also be…

one song that tells a story i have inside… one very dedicable song, today.

Iron and Wine
Bird Stealing Bread

Tell me baby tell me
are you still on the stoop
watching the windows close
I’ve not seen you lately
on the street, by the beach
or places we used to go

I’ve a picture of you
on our favorite day by the seaside
there’s a bird stealing bread
that I brought out from under my nose

Tell me baby tell me
does his company make
light of a rainy day
how I’ve missed you lately
and the way we would speak
and all that we wouldn’t say

Do his hands in your hair
feel a lot like a thing you believe in
or a bit like a bird stealing bread
out from under your nose

Tell me baby tell me
do you carry the words
around like a key or change
I’ve been thinking lately
of a night on the stoop
and all that we wouldn’t say

If I see you again
on the street, by the beach
in the evening
will you fly like a bird stealing bread
out from under my nose

Get to know when you’ll die, so you can anticipate the invitations, and be sure all your friends will assist to the funeral. Have a great one.