It is out of the question.

I won't go out this Saturday night.

"How brave!"

"Modern times heroine!"

Yes, thanks. But it's not for that.

Italian lesson n.1

"moc-co-la-re"

The act of being forced in a threesome night. Most of times, without any sexual implication. Just for the fun of emphasize your own loneliness. How cool. Guaranteed amusement!

My life was shoppingly full, right before I found...

... this .

Kill me. And do it now.

IN GENOVA!!!

20 bucks!

And YOU know who's on backing vocals (well, backing... X°D)?

Awwwww...obi included...

*searching for a sharpen knife*

Happiness is...

...order four Gackt's albums and five sexpot tshirts without feeling any guilt!

Ah, I've dreamed about the hotel, last night.

Actually, I dream about the hotel almost every single fucking night, since I was freed from it.

It's not painful, horrible or such. It's just ridicolous.

Sometimes I wake up and think about: "My gosh! I won't be able to make this or that in time!(always referring to foods to prepare or rooms to make ready)"

And then..."STUPID IDIOT OF A FANGIRL! IT'S OVER NOW!!! SO CALM DOWN AND SLEEP!!!"

I can't calm down, at least when I'm in the middle of a nightmare.

So sad, isn't it?

No. Not at all.

So: Mars, Rebirth, Moon and Crescent. Come to me! \( *_*)/ \(*_* )/

Do I have to tease you about my intention in not buying love letter or the compilations?
No, I've teased you enough already. Goodnight.

Go fag yourself! I'll follow.

Stupid title as stupid is the way blogger eats my posts.

Something like 1 euro per hour for the extra time I worked in the hotel.

Cool. I came up with a good pun, in the GOBBLED UP post, and now I forgot it.

Think about how lucky you all are, now.

Whoa.

Just this.
And this experience will be over. This journey, I mean. I'm waiting for a call that won't come. Cool.
Still, my back fucking hurts X°D

Ah, how lightly I take serious matters, lately...

Let's go hanging some clothes, right?

How weird is...

... coming back home after almost two months of suffer and pain X°D

BUT

It's not ended yet! At least not until next Sunday! GODDAMN! And I'm an atheist!

My, I was dying in that damn attic. And tomorrow we'll know how much they paid me for this madness.

Godness it doesn't even seem the same house! X°DDDDD

(^-^)y

Facts. Mere facts.

I work about 12 hours a day.

Fact.

I wake up at 6:30 am.

Fact.

I'm not having a serious breakfast since I've start working/living in the hotel.

Fact.

I wake up every single day with:

a. My head pulsing.
b. My feet that hurt.
c. My ankles wandering around the room screaming.

Fact.

Living in a attic, I can't keep a vertical position not even when I'm "showering" (since it's not a proper shower but just a tiny bathtub), and this is getting on my nerves more and more AND MORE.

Fact.

And still, I like living(?) here. I'm dumb, mad and lone. And Chacha-san didn't use this loooooong time for doing something properly useful. Dumb lovely old man.