PERSONAL JOURNALS
sabato 26 giugno 2010
DAILY ROUTINE
I usually wake up around 8, then have breakfast, hit the shower and listen to some music, not necessarily in that order. Some people wake up early in the morning to go out and buy the newspaper, I personally believe that there is no point in doing that since nowadays everybody has a computer and they can check the news online. I am currently unemployed and have plenty of downtime. I spend most of my days reading novels and studying grammar rules. I usually have lunch around noon, then I fall asleep on the couch watching my favorite TV shows. I'm a homey kind of person. Sometimes if the weather is nice, I take a walk through the park with my dog. Every Friday night my best friends come in to check up on me, we order a pizza, something to drink and we spend the entire night cracking jokes and playing videogames. I go to sleep after midnight and always leave the radio tuned in on the vocal jazz station..
My hometown
Several months ago I was walking through the grimy bleakness of my hometown ..minding my own business and stuff and there were a couple of snobbish magpies that were holding a conversation.. and at a certain point one of these bitches goes like (referring to me and stuff) "oh my god look at this guy he looks like a psycho.." ... I ask myself: why should I live in this type of environment?? Bunch of fucking ignorant hicks.
A night with my best friend
Hanging out with my best friend tonight has been certainly a bad move, we definitely do not share the same interests anymore, we met a bunch of kids and they started talking about a huge amount of useless crap, it's not like they were douchebags or anything, but talking about certain topics can bore the shit out of me, it's like... who cares if Italy lost to Egypt in a soccer match? Anyway they were all gathered around a table in front of a pretty-well known pub located in the old part of the town, I could hardly say anything, so I sat on a stool and started chainsmoking, at a certain point a waitress came through to take our orders. I stared at this broad for a minute and after a few seconds I realized she's the same chick I used to bang in my parents' bedroom when I was 17, she never looked like much, I'm not a sex-symbol either but still.. This is how I'd describe her: 5'2 feet tall,kinda skinny, pitted face, with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.. she sort of looks like one of those smack-heads from the movie Trainspotting. Someone might as well reply: "Oh but Paolo you shouldn't be making fun of people for what they look like, it's mean and unnecessary" but considering that this girl is constanly ripping on me whenever I turn my back.. I don't really care. Every guy in town has tried her forbidden fruit; I guess that she keeps giving it away because she hates on her father and taking a joint up her cunt makes her feel more of a "woman". Why did I have sex with this sub-human creature? The answer is simple.. I was a horny teenager and had a desperate urge to know what pussy felt like. Anyway I was so lost in thought that I didn't even feel like drinking beer so when she asked "What can i get ya?" I said "Nothing" and we pretended not to know each other. A couple minutes later I came up with an excuse..and told my friend I had to bounce cause tomorrow I have some shit to do and couldn't stay any longer...
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