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I mean, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?!?!
I knew old age plays horrible tricks to people, but...
SO APPARENTLY I'LL BE STUCK IN A SHITTY MOUNTAIN HOUSE WITH THE POTATO ASS FOR THE WHOLE WINTER HOLIDAYS.
Che palle, cazzo... I couldn't have asked for a better Christmas gift, now, could I.
Great idea, nonno, just great. The fact that Antonio's coming along ( Read more... ) -
Date *RP*
So this was a, like, real date. He and Antonio. Going together somewhere to do some... somehow morbid stuff.
Lovino didn't even know how on earth he had ended up spending some of his time staring at himself in the mirror to choose a certain t-shirt instead of another. Really, who cared, they were just going to the park, to sit down, enjoy the last ( Read more... ) -
Vargas brothers and pasta time! *RP*
Lovino opens the door with a kick - his hands are too busy holding the tons of pasta and tomato sauce (plus various other ingredients he thought he had to bring) he's carrying ( Read more... ) -
Stuff.
Looks like stuff has been happening here, lately.
Like the stupid attackers and my bro getting that super awesome car and. Il vecchio* said that there was a present for me as well but they had some kind of stupid problem with delivery so I'll have to wait - tsk, like I'm gonna believe this shit, he's probably just forgotten about me or whatever.
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Regolando i conti** - RP
Lovino was sitting next to the fountain. In his hand, he was still holding Antonio's letter.
It had taken him more than one day before finally gathering all his courage and leave that short note under Toni's door. He had not left his room in the meanwhile, if there had been classes, he would have skipped all of them.
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After the dance.
*Lovino has spent half of the night rolling over in his bed, thinking again and again about the evening that has just ended. There are a few details his mind keeps going back to, and they are Antonio's green eyes fixed in his, and his hands that alternatively take his fingers or wrap around his waist.
A small and stupid part of him would want those ( Read more... ) -
Who the hell ever invented maths?!
How can something be so useless and yet so freaking difficult, I do not understand.
I... it must be because it's fucking late and I'm too tired to understand those stupid exercises properly, but damn, if this is just the start of the year, I don't have the faintest idea about how I'll get to pass this goddamned class.
I HATE MATHS.
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Primo giorno.
So apparently stupid school has started for real.
It also looks like I missed mt first classes because I was sleeping. I don't even remember what classes I was supposed to attend.
Shit, I hate being back here.
But from tomorrow I'll behave like the mature person I am and keep up with the schedule. Because that's how mature students behave.
...and ( Read more... )