I ate mango today; and a friend of mine said jokingly that he wishes he could bomb all of the United States. I laughed because these are things people just say sometimes, in a desperate wish to make things stop, but afterward I was a little frightened. I need to talk to him just to be sure he’s not involved in anything, you know, something ( Read more... )

So today, when I was getting on the bus to come back from Perugia to San Terenziano (the small country village where I now live with my boyfriend, his mother, a woman from Ecuador and her son) I saw the face of the bus driver and my heart constricted in my chest. He is a very nice man, in fact, the nicest of the three bus drivers that serve us ( Read more... )

Darlings, tonight, I had my first job as a translator. My friend Ali, who is perhaps the second most horny man alive, has found himself a potential girlfriend from Belgium, who eats macrobiotic and speaks about 100 words of Italian, but fairly good English. He invited us over to his house for his 26th birthday, and my job was essentially to be ( Read more... )

Hey dolls. PDiddy made a comment some ways back about his friends page being something like a pile of feces, and my sister made a comment about her own desire not to read about torn underwear or other intimate situations. So, will attempt something different to please them ( Read more... )

Sunday, I woke up with a great longing for a real breakfast, since the Italians don't really believe in breakfast. I had visions in my head of an omelette with tomatoes mushrooms and swiss, hashbrowns, a biscuit with butter and jam, fresh squeezed orange juice and hot chocolate. Giampaolo is not a morning person, he sleeps right up until he ( Read more... )

So, Giampaolo and I are driving back from a party last Saturday, and he up and pops out, "What would you think about taking dancing lessons together, so we could learn salsa and tango and merengue, etc ( Read more... )

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è come questo: Last night I dreamt I was in a courtyard, watching a reenactment of a massacre that supposedly happened a few days before september eleventh. The people who were being shot were dressed all in black and faced the walls. The actors playing the killers shot them (I couldn't tell in my dream if they were actually shooting the ( Read more... )

How to make a proctor_grace
Ingredients:

1 part intelligence

3 parts arrogance

1 part beauty
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Top it off with a sprinkle of lovability and enjoy!

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com