Electric Box Iphone 19

A new friend

Now I have a netbook.
Again, windows makes my life complicated. I hate Bill Gates! I hate windows!

least that I do not shatter my spine.
hope it bodes well for the life of a freelance sent, maybe somewhere in the world! Today

Huelga-strike Counter-strike
a law is just the tip of the iceberg .. below, we see it every day, there is everything. There is confidence the number 30 or more, there is censorship of critical information, there is a lack of interest of all to politics, and there is so much media quell'italianità pisses me off. In addition, there is also a tg1 of bullshit that now does not even laugh.

few days ago, thanks to Facebook, I found an old friend of Bangladesh, known thanks to the great Calabria to Rome, the Italian course of the SNIA. Well, the part that still does not speak Italian well (ehehe), I must tell you this. In

chat.
"You work?"
"yes, I am a journalist"
"Beautiful. Are you working now?"
"No, but I'm working. I'm home"
"Ah then finished today"
"No, is that working from home. With PC "

... As I explain that I work from home and do the freelance, that is precarious?


" You have boyfriend? You're getting married? "
" Noo! Now I work, little money "
" Do not pay well at work? You studied so .. real degree? "
" Yeah. And yet master. But little gain, even 400 euro per month "
" No, impossible! "

..." Eh, Hasan, yes. And 'possible'.



ERGO:

Notebook must necessarily wish good favors. New works. I have already started. And I take a life .. mason



If then my boyfriend would stop to leave by only around the world would be even better: I'm bored!

Electric Box Iphone 19

A new friend

Now I have a netbook.
Again, windows makes my life complicated. I hate Bill Gates! I hate windows!

least that I do not shatter my spine.
hope it bodes well for the life of a freelance sent, maybe somewhere in the world! Today

Huelga-strike Counter-strike
a law is just the tip of the iceberg .. below, we see it every day, there is everything. There is confidence the number 30 or more, there is censorship of critical information, there is a lack of interest of all to politics, and there is so much media quell'italianità pisses me off. In addition, there is also a tg1 of bullshit that now does not even laugh.

few days ago, thanks to Facebook, I found an old friend of Bangladesh, known thanks to the great Calabria to Rome, the Italian course of the SNIA. Well, the part that still does not speak Italian well (ehehe), I must tell you this. In

chat.
"You work?"
"yes, I am a journalist"
"Beautiful. Are you working now?"
"No, but I'm working. I'm home"
"Ah then finished today"
"No, is that working from home. With PC "

... As I explain that I work from home and do the freelance, that is precarious?


" You have boyfriend? You're getting married? "
" Noo! Now I work, little money "
" Do not pay well at work? You studied so .. real degree? "
" Yeah. And yet master. But little gain, even 400 euro per month "
" No, impossible! "

..." Eh, Hasan, yes. And 'possible'.



ERGO:

Notebook must necessarily wish good favors. New works. I have already started. And I take a life .. mason



If then my boyfriend would stop to leave by only around the world would be even better: I'm bored!

Whats The Difference Between Ultram And An 627?

How to kill a city

This is because of Pratello during a normal night in Bologna. Children who drink, chat, play and sometimes they piss, maybe vomit in the street. For some time talking about the degradation Pratello and there is also a committee, which is quite obvious in the city of committees that spring up like mushrooms, struggling valiantly against the inns fracassone. Cofferati had given a good thrashing with the closure imposed on the 22 for many of them. Delbono had tried to think of doing (it is really only limited to this) something more useful and far-sighted, then finished in the toilet along with everything else. Now the issue returns to the surface, like every summer.

The problem is not the Pratello. It 'an area that has always been so, since the 60s, and those who live there can not say her and have the sacred right to sleep but can not consistently complain about anything when he was fully aware of where he was going to live . If you are in the way Pratello, you know that there will be casino downstairs. As if living in via Petroni. Just do not somehow limit the civilization of 80% of the boys, but you can not always solve everything and that's closing. O incredible imposing rules such as no longer serve drinks after midnight and a half, rolling up to 1 or lower.

The problem is this city is home to 100 000 students. Children aged 20 to 30 years, to be generous, but that will do something in the evening! We must give him space, ideas, alternative projects. Build something. Do not just ban. If not the fall of the freshman class will continue.

The other night I went to a concert inside a house on the second floor of a central street. I felt almost as if we were in Iran, because we were really overdoing it, complete with drums and bass amplifier. Then of course the police came. As soon as you have a piece of freedom, we all become hyper gassed. Then, go down to the local around the corner and say to me: it is half past midnight, I can not give you to drink. But Fuck! It 'Friday! And I'm only 27 years!

At 23.30, in summer, it is very difficult to find an ice cream parlor opened in the center. So as it becomes difficult to drink a beer at around 1 at any point. At the park you hunt manufacturing at 23.30, despite the warm weather and there is a beautiful park with lots of bars and concertina.

I'm really fed up. Why then ends, as the alley Bolognetti win the cover bands, comedians and the fun level on the Italian average.

Enough!

And I come to say ... eh you know the 90's were pretty cool .. just cry on, please.

Whats The Difference Between Ultram And An 627?

How to kill a city

This is because of Pratello during a normal night in Bologna. Children who drink, chat, play and sometimes they piss, maybe vomit in the street. For some time talking about the degradation Pratello and there is also a committee, which is quite obvious in the city of committees that spring up like mushrooms, struggling valiantly against the inns fracassone. Cofferati had given a good thrashing with the closure imposed on the 22 for many of them. Delbono had tried to think of doing (it is really only limited to this) something more useful and far-sighted, then finished in the toilet along with everything else. Now the issue returns to the surface, like every summer.

The problem is not the Pratello. It 'an area that has always been so, since the 60s, and those who live there can not say her and have the sacred right to sleep but can not consistently complain about anything when he was fully aware of where he was going to live . If you are in the way Pratello, you know that there will be casino downstairs. As if living in via Petroni. Just do not somehow limit the civilization of 80% of the boys, but you can not always solve everything and that's closing. O incredible imposing rules such as no longer serve drinks after midnight and a half, rolling up to 1 or lower.

The problem is this city is home to 100 000 students. Children aged 20 to 30 years, to be generous, but that will do something in the evening! We must give him space, ideas, alternative projects. Build something. Do not just ban. If not the fall of the freshman class will continue.

The other night I went to a concert inside a house on the second floor of a central street. I felt almost as if we were in Iran, because we were really overdoing it, complete with drums and bass amplifier. Then of course the police came. As soon as you have a piece of freedom, we all become hyper gassed. Then, go down to the local around the corner and say to me: it is half past midnight, I can not give you to drink. But Fuck! It 'Friday! And I'm only 27 years!

At 23.30, in summer, it is very difficult to find an ice cream parlor opened in the center. So as it becomes difficult to drink a beer at around 1 at any point. At the park you hunt manufacturing at 23.30, despite the warm weather and there is a beautiful park with lots of bars and concertina.

I'm really fed up. Why then ends, as the alley Bolognetti win the cover bands, comedians and the fun level on the Italian average.

Enough!

And I come to say ... eh you know the 90's were pretty cool .. just cry on, please.