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evil thoughts, and a fucking tractor

I question myself every day about what the next thing to do. You know when you watch a movie pallosissimo and you can not change. My life lately it seems to me that. A film pallosissimo / boring. I do not know why. Or maybe I know. But I do not even want to say. I always wonder what my goal . When my desires realized. When in a nutshell I will be really happy. Now they are not. And to hear those around me I should also stop. I have a good job, that makes me a good income, a nice house, the perfect friends, and family at a safe distance. So why are not you happy?

do not know. That is, I know. But it is not the time to tell. Sex. Sex is an important aspect. In recent years I have done a lot of sex. I discovered, sexually speaking, 30 December 2007, twenty-four years. Relatively late, I probably relatively on time. Not I have repented. At the time I had sex with one with whom I had thought it would not end there. I was wrong, of course. ended there. After the door in my face I decided not to stay more harm. Since then I've done a lot of sex, two, three, four, five. Ok, I arrived at eight. And I'm not ashamed to say. I have come a bendonde, and I must admit that I did not miss anything done.

I have always gone well. But today, even the sex is enough for me anymore. Have you ever felt the need to make love? Love with a capital. Love in the sense that you need to have sex necessarily, but just enough cuddles. Love, in the sense that you can also fight, but you're arguing with the person you love. Love in the sense that you go out and go to dinner with friends, but at 23 you've wanted to go home, because you know that you go back with your love. That's right. Love in the sense that you can just look and give you a hint to understand the other person has understood what you meant.

And if that did not exist? So it feels unnecessary. And I'm there, because there is not. Let's not kid, is in the DNA being human mate and reproduce. Now, there are other ways to breed, to mate but I do not think that I can not do it. Or not? The problem is to be alone. Well I'm not going anymore. I gorged my single status. I got binge. I've abused. And I'm tired . I mean that I will decide whether or not, I'm always alone. And I'm also tired of everything that is said to me in response. The answer listed is: "Love when it comes, comes. We must think, do not you try. "

Believe me. I do not think at all. Except this time at least I never thought of. In fact, a hard man, let me say, there has never been at my side. And then, as straminchia do not think about it? How do you pretend and say that we do not you think? I think . I think about it. Another tip straquotato is: "Have you tried to change the way we do? You know sometimes you just approach in a different way, you're a nice person, determined, intelligent, always in motion. According to me you should see all these aspects of yourself. " But do not you think I've ever tried? According to you I have never tried to change the way they do?

So I made sympathetic, the prankster. I did what I do not care. I made vague. I did the males, who dresses as an alternative and who pays the bill. I did the teenager, and the surface. I did that one night stand, one from long talks and even (and I emphasize) from the beviamoci a beer. I made the kind of a walk in the center, an ice cream in the center, and also in the shopping center. I did what to chat and let us look straight in the eye, what flies, what breaks, what's messaggino good morning, good afternoon and good night. In short, I made each of .

you think is worth? No. There is no good. Brings us to today with a bag full of good things gone wrong. The butterflies I have heard. But after a while 'I am death. Only someone left somewhere along the line. But it was not enough. At the point where I am it is natural to ask, but really what I have wrong? It 'possible that I am a person unbearable. And we can be. Because in some ways they are. But none that I have involves the desire to stay at my side for more than the life of a sex session? E 'possible. At this point I feel a new phase of my life. That is enough for me. In fact, I saddle?

And here I have no words. That is what may seem an insignificant detail, however, I must reconsider. I, I am nothing at all. In anything. I am nothing when I look in the mirror, I am nothing when I go to bed at night. I am nothing even when I decide to go on a diet and do something good for me. I am nothing ever . They are never satisfied with myself and what I do. Never. And this in the long run can only do damage. But the major damage.

I can not be happy with that I have. How do I find one that is happy with me? It 's the point. The dark spot, the black side of me. What first twice I did not say. I'm never satisfied. Never. You're welcome. It 's all boring. Boring even myself. It is important to acknowledge the problem. In fact someone even thinks that it is almost solve the problem. But I how I solve ? I mean I wake up with a smile. I live in Rome, jobs, earning good purpose and I enjoy it and especially I have a crazy blog that goes like hot cakes. And my only goal is not to be happy with everything.

How do I want me to do well by someone else if I can not volermene alone. I do not take care of me in any way. I'm not attentive to the cold, I filled up medicines as if they were candy, I eat poorly and smoke like a loser. In short, where I love you? I say that since September I have to go to the gym, and we are in January and I still have not decided which to score. Well I've never taken care of myself? These are questions to which I shall never find answer, and above all no one will ever give me an answer. So what? I do not know, but I sincerely hope that some of you have at least half the board.

Anyway, my brother bought a tractor with 5,500 €, and I think here is, nevertheless, he is much happier than me. But we realize? A tractor . a fucking tractor.

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How to start a good year. The metrosexual

E 'a while' living with the expectation that the new year. In the last days of the end of the year we spend whole days to bring money and good intentions. And I find that this has become a pastime too harmful. I prefer, just get me a good purpose for this 2011, or does not do good intentions. On the other hand while you were nowhere to be merry with who knows who, I was on a toilet bowl to clear my bowel . It 'also always been a shit year of 2010, so I seemed to have some consistency after all. But in 2011 things seem to have almost the same order. Change a little time here.

The reports are all alike. Everything seems mixed, prêt à vivre, following the same patterns and repetitive. The desire to share us so fucking limbs that the feelings seem to follow the trend of faccialibriano " Good . Which let's face it, it too reduces to a minimum. So if in December of 2010 I had an interesting first date, the sequel is that in 2011 there will be a second date. This is not to blame, it is clear. He very nice and friendly, a little smaller than me, knew how to stir my interest. Something that has not happened for too long. And I think I showed him the desire to go further.

I tried both, I did feel, I'm interested. I tried several times to arrange a second date. But this has proved useless. Every time he, like clockwork had other things to do. And let's face that I have never seen more than hello to. So I decided to let him back in 2010. But in 2010, and just before Christmas I had left the young colleague. Arrived during the holiday season where I work to replace colleagues on vacation I was immediately struck by his presence. Not very tall, short hair and beard and a warm voice and exciting convinced me that he could be my new fixed.

I started well, day after day, trying to figure out which side of the world prefer. Did not give me the impression of being gay. But even the opposite. While we were working together but I knew very little. Engaged in work similar but different I could not keep up forever stuck. And the fact that we were not only complicated things. So, vaguely here and there during the day trying to find convincing details. A little later I discovered that he hated the clergy and the Vatican to the point to throw a bomb inside, marriage and hated it for the world would have said it in front of an altar and a third and very convincing detail his faccialibro .

Because if a gay man in disguise can tell a lie, its faccialibro'm not going to say never. Discovered his real name not used in the parallel existence I found myself with ten friends in common. Ten. And all vaguely homosexual. But the strangest thing was that with Annabelle Bronstein's friends in town were even twenty-six . And with all the gossip ass. Yet I am not the guy I had ever seen anywhere. Never in any context clearly gay. Does not add up. Not at all. Came the basis for my homeland, I had stored all my hopes, and said file with a small worm. And it was just a metrosexual ?

Back in Rome, and see my confidants in an evening scambiamociiregali by Tata them, describe your situation, have ruled. He was gay. There was every reason why it was the family. But I was not sure yet. The next day, pick up the phone and call you to work with trivial excuse not to remember the exact day the end of the holidays. And the call he took it himself. And his answer was even more shocking. "Look, you begin again to work on 7." But really, how could he remember? In short, I would remember me Only if I had been really concerned. So, take a moment of absolute euphoria I closed the call announcing that I would be passed to make a greet.

Just get over a cup of coffee I was firmly convinced that I have a vague hope. "Today you are really paying attention, you forget about at all ... But you've got?" Thundered my colleague in and out almost immediately from the kitchen. I just left things worse, "What are you combine today? I will do advertising and you sleep? ". His answer was very surprising and devastating to same time. "It 's that are now excited. Maybe because you're there . And look at me, smiling vaguely. I turn in an instant red. Mmmmmm. No there is something seriously wrong. But we are trying? Think my little lonely neuron. I close the conversation and decide to escape from there in a nano second.

Yet had it almost done. Even Guy, known for his cynicism and his awareness had stated that he thought the young man was someone who was there. And also on Twitter, many of you agreed. But I was still undecided whether or not the coveted step. But I told myself that something did not convince me. I did not know what, but something that I did not come back. And if you believe that I had more certainty at this point I'd already beautiful spupazzato. But the drama, as you well know, is always around the corner. And in fact, expected that his eyes met those of the showbiz woman (a colleague of mine) to get the full reality of this question difficult to say.

Within a week he is in love with her. And this under the eyes of the inexperienced myself. Not that I be tore my hair. Not at all. But a little of gnawing of the ass had and how. In short, this whole rigamarole passionate about bringing out arguments clearly homosexual and outputs that help to understand something, for what reason he had made of cabbage? So, for fun. I also came to doubt that he made out of pure vanity. In short, the metrosexual has this nasty habit. They manage to seeing to believe, and very easily as well, because they have all the characteristics of queers who liked, however, the vagina. Of course.

But it baffles me I do not have the slightest shit, because we are, there may be, the striking thing is that he has made me believe. And I have intortato . And not only. The woman showbiz I also confirmed that he had told her that according to his modest opinion I was gay. But it should be? Good morning. But then if you had understood well what was the point let me smell? I do not know. I do not understand. I'll never understand what drives a straight guy to make similar movements. I remain of the view that perhaps they are heterosexual and do not know, because the world is gay and too complicated question for my taste.

So

between thoughts and acts of stalking as well, I actually found myself thinking that if he was poor in content, although I had not been outdone. Even I with my desire to know I crossed the line. And I was totally and completely started making his own game, without knowing the rules. The need to be considered by some to have passed everything else in the background. Annabelle first mistake. Error 2010 too dear Annabelle. And the first lesson assimilated. Always be wary of who gives you the impression that you want to fuck you and asks you to at least the number. What you will want to do, the number, I always ask. Always.

NB I want to say thanks to everyone for the 29,000 contacts. I know this is little compared to the numbers of many other blogs, but I have enough to be really happy. And then others who want it to pop and valalalasss various movements. Ehhhhhhhhhhhh? <3