Getting Preagnet Games

Formed a band, we formed a band. Evincine that was not the last post.

and win it. Do not miss.

Art Brut live at Bowery Ballroom

That fat obese Connie and I finished both the Nutella chocolate Pop Tarts, a betrayal, and this morning I had to eat his bitter peanut butter in the fridge always . Would you like to do the fucking acupuncture, then changed kleptomaniac with anything that has a minimum content of sugar. Bitch.

Today is my penultimate day of internship and received specific death threat 'in the event that I were not able to finish my enthusiastic report. So I have to, listen, listen, work. At least I passed. And thanks to God is reached by the espresso.

time to laugh, I broke my fucking winter for a while 'and therefore I leave the house without a coat defiant. Type yesterday. When in mid morning it started snowing. Bad. Then he stopped, when the sun is.

The singer of Art Brut is doubled compared to last summer's concert in Turin, but homour is still intact ... All text is modified, adapted to New York to date. Emily Kane Type: it seems that just in the morning of Tuesday the lady in person has left a voicemail message to the new Buzzoni. In the photo, the fake fireplace Connie house (you'll pay for the Nutella, bitch).

Next to us a couple of gay rubs and so far so good. When one of them takes my hand, mistaking it for that of the boyfriend, things begin to fall.

Ponys that the Support Group for those who do not know, have a great record called "Celebration Castle". Just to accept, "Glass Conversation" . (service message: Ob1, put it in the compilation of links instead of a crap)

Should I finish the report right now

Also because yesterday the boss' shit the bucks and has also offered lunch by Alfredo, the one who invented the fettuccine Alfredo, for instance. Fettuccine, stir-fry to the Roman, huge T-bone steak, fennel cake (I find them everywhere) and chocolate. all very good, I guess, because this morning I had burned his tongue with yet another coffee (and still do not feel the bitter taste ... if we exclude the peanut butter ... bitch).

The photo I shot at the intersection of Essex and Houston. Anyway.

The head of the Chamber of Commerce is a type in their sixties, Romano, widely shared two passions: wine white break in the afternoon, and bullshit. Thus it was that one day a member of the House, a prominent exponent of quell'accozzaglia simpleton who is the Rotary, he wanted to give him a book on the abolition, and he has bounced back to me, saying he was preparing his thesis on the subject . I have not had the courage to deny, given the joy with which the Rotary gave me the book.

In any event, at Strand Bookstore gave me seven dollars to the brick on slavery. Reinvested, the more cash in abundance, in two volumes. To be precise this:

And this:

Last night I dragged the Leardi and Juerie to see "The Devil and Daniel Johnston, "the documentary about the artist's life outside of the rind of which key members of the new wave rock'n'roll have previously quibble here . The film, predictably, is cool. The Dapple `asleep after one minute and twenty-five. After the film, to dance at Sapphire, just around the corner. The hours are small, but then increased again, reassuring me.

As we said,` come and espresso. It benefits from again, right now, before you get to work. Why work today.