ok guys ... the first post was in Italian but trust me when I say that also.. you people all over the world .. do not you will save your self from my logorrhea ... this blog has instructions and hence its soundtrack , decided by ME of course.
SOUNDTRACK: WHITE STRIPES, MY DOORBELL
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today's topic is my epic story with houses/places/slums and whatever ...
Just left the residence of the pine trees in sunny and gorgeous Italy (a real postcard of modern times) poor,little and lost but i was a woman on a mission: find a place as soon as possible .. and then I ended up in a dump, where the queen of chocolate Crystal (does not seem to be a porn star name?) steal the stuff from the fridge ... no comment and the eccentric musician Matt (drunk a bit 'too often) split the glass of our front door ... because he forgot the keys upstairs .
The nicest thing is that he wanted to convince me and the other roommate (the only normal, I do not even consider myself as normal but at least i clean and i don't stink) that he had nothing to do with "the accident of the door." Then he saw that there was a blood trail leding straight to his front door ... amazing how much crap succeeds to say idiots like him. Think it's over?? no! fools!
unbelievable people .. yesterday we were also evicted because the queen of chocolate "forgot" to pay the rent for the past two months .... the new home hunt starts now
... to be continued
[home sweet home...can you see the wood on the front door???]
