bad language, and various protests Here I am, in front of the PC while the TV and the stove, putting into practice the ability to follow more feminine things at the same time.
For example, put in the oven while the biscuits I thought to put the crumbs of the old ones in the house of birds and at the same time I poisoned the blood with a black humor, thinking that sooner or later we will see our head of government in one of his usual television reported, but this time worldwide, and shield his head in a Darth Vader helmet about to say that the universe is going to sue.
TV, here is drugs and the poison of our century. I hope it's almost finished, that century. La7 (network still salvageable Italian TV) have announced the start of a program where you can find a job by participating in a TV game show.
I want to protest, if he had not understood. Some reason I have it though. The first of February I am going to buy a monthly subscription of 40 km from train and discovered that irritated euro has jumped from 49 to 57. Just the day before I arrived at school an hour late because my train caught fire and the conductor has dropped in the wrong way on the platform of a station of poor attendance, saying that would bring the train to the next (which stopped most trains).
not describe the conditions of the next train if briefly: sardines airless, we and others waiting for the next train on a four carriages at rush hour.
Well, the ticket increases, and this sudden increase is expected to improve the service. I realize that a few weeks ago I realized that they are redoing the floor of the station cells. I do not remember the shabby, actually. Now the big agave plant that was to the mountains along the track 3 is well boxed in a square of concrete in the middle of track 2. They are the great works of gardening fs that are beautiful to Italy.
Last Thursday, in my semi-clear morning, I go on errands in Savona and then so I take the train from there. It's been a year since we passed and I noticed that the re-styling has touched too. A dusty construction site without guidance and, of course, the usual new floor instead of the balance, with old concrete benches. In the lobby, a ticket office and a handful of bare-bones stores useless except for the newspaper.
I beat the pee forcefully and seeking a bathroom. After several spins I find, brand new: a clear, neat and lacquered red door with the word toilet. Well, I arrive at the limit of capacity of my bladder and a piece of paper stuck with tape says that unfortunately the toilet is broken, but assures that the supporting platform 1 there is another. Narrow legs to get there because it is right at the bottom and I find the usual piss toilet without closing the doors to Turkey.
I do what I need and then throw the paper out nervous.
Finally - and here I close or almost - I get on the train carefully selecting a seat is not filthy. Here is the result of an increase of € 8: gleaming stations to watch, but certainly not from a second-class train and even by them, at least if you have a full bladder.
Tomorrow is the manifestation of the women we all know, thanks to television and even Internet, with the TV that shares a subset of information.
also near where I live there will be and I'm thinking of going there.
Sometimes I think of when my mother told me that I went to a lot of feminist demonstrations by well-known diamond symbol with their hands and shouting pussy is not ours and we take it, if ever there with his finger the meniamo (sorry eh, but the bottom is a quote).
Today you go with a white scarf to show why the f not, but the femininity of women is no longer theirs. It 'been violated by men who have imposed (with our approval) of the models in which a woman must undergo if it wants to please a man and a career.
are not all like that, men, fortunately, but unfortunately, intelligent men, critics, fans and maybe love is transfigured into a mask of stupidity when they find each other and make comments or jokes about women, generally those dumplings pussy because only processed in the genitals.
shame that women do not ever say "I saw a cock in the street." Indeed, a "dick" is a fool-nothing in common language, and perhaps there will be a reason. "I did not do fuck-all" I did not mean anything and everybody knows who is an idiot.
That said, I love a man and even more, if you want love in its broadest sense. I love my father, I loved my grandfather very much and I love my male students and wondered what I see in them a man to grow up first.
But something has to change and change must be solid and broadened.
The other night, bed I said to M. it is strange that despite women need other women, are comfortable with other women and are much more similar to other women, then share their home and their lives with a man and sometimes in a spirit of selflessness.
He took over the staff and not too well.
Maybe I should say to a woman.
That's life, however, women (women's plurality, not masculine singular).
