and so arrived on September 5, and while most of the mortals is committed to testing or other puttante for the university, ò I finished working in the dairy lager. for those who do not know I worked there (it is ironic: according insist perry too much on the fact that I was exploited by an infamous work). why I stopped? Well because I had broken my balls clearly. I recognize to be a short merdaccia in manual labor (I mean I'm a intelelttuale) and then made me put boh'm in awe, then I say that the climate there was unbearable (although now with fellow workers is now laughing and joking and me are all nice). actually I think that September razionalemnte me I should do everything, but never mind, so I decided then and will suffer the consequences of my choice. I dedicate this post to the Indian giorgio, giorgio Italian, Mirko, to brown, Dario, to Teresa and all mozzarellai, acneh accountants and even the bosses, including that mythological character of Antonio Lauretti. and now I enjoy this September. clearly come back to milk cows, and tilling the earth (in my house is completely missing the concept of free time), but perhaps a bit 'will find this work less burdensome. and then I will not distract me from cows and buffaloes. vojo first fuck (fuck here, fuck to Florence). vojo risucire then read as before, vojo go back to writing. vojo also be able to choose the university (now I am informed and are torn between a lot of things, October 1 is approaching). vojo also win the lottery, but that's another story. and so time passes, the summer is over, it's is time to start a new life and already I worry about how to reach the end of the month. goodbye
Matthew
PS George (the Italian one) called me Caparezza. Caparezza all called me. that sucks. But I was the "summer workers" and I said "you, Caparezza, you are the better PS2
I was reminded of the diploma for the first time ten days ago
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