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Post random I treat various topics ( idiots, of course) and not just Lucca Comics as I had promised weeks ago. Reason: It's been so many days that I can not remember What should I tell. Also, do not know if I'll finish this update today because: a) I am writing from the handset (due, but R belly) and I pitch the fingers all the time b) I have to look at 21 or 22 The Monster of Florence in tivvì and then Desperate Housewives c) if you do not understand, I'm sick. Having said that we pass to notiziUole happy, from the most simple and down, down, until the final big surprise double / triple, exactly do not even know I said it depends on you what defines surprising in this post . The small-

Bubi, anagrafe canine known as Sky, made six years 19. To be honest, I'm not so happy, I'm sorry to grow and, therefore, age. Although, in my heart, I still hope that he and FIFF are super-dogs and have several years to live when compared to normal dogs of their breed spastic * smile *. Login to write the
-Lucca Comics, I made the photo to ticket and wristband for entry (kindly supported by Frank. Come on, tell everyone: Hello, Frank! : D). The bracelet I love it so much, has blue ! , that I gave a little 'before cutting it off (do not know what they are made, but it is virtually impossible to get o_O), but only because I was afraid to be dissolved with water and mica I want to lose my first bracelet of the LC *-* However, all the time that I held, I believe that a cyborg But the barcode on his neck xD had the serial number on the wrist The u_u I must end with 'ste dawg, I know. composed of one hundred and forty thousand people in the brothel (no, I have not taken the fever, stop malign) the only good men to remember are: the cosplayer who played Dylan Dog ( Bada bono! cit. I soon as I bullet), sin having glimpsed while walking and instead of watching the face well, set myself More on the gun in his hand. No, do not ask me why neurons in the center of attention I have wanted to distract ( evil ! >>), I only remember the following thought-flash He also has a gun! and down, gaze in admiration as the crowd carried me away slowly, slowly, the drummer Vexillum (I found the name of the band, muahahah ! : D) playing the Red Bull Tour Bus or at this thing located on the south side of beautiful walls that surround the old town. The band was kind of metal, with lots of components in Scottish kilt haired white / gray / black. Not that much to me frigates of the songs per se, the interest was addressed to all c ro aaa drummer, lone voice is not as -haired (very important detail for me ! ), for on which I canned five songs just because I like it how gives the attack and then ended always listened to me all the way down. Moreover, in the middle of a song, the singer asked the audience to make a round of applause to the drummer: I discovered in this way is called Francis. Hence the famous quote I Franceschi haunt me, alas; the giant statue of Batman stand near the entrance * _ * Located near colorless and anonymous Superman, which makes him a spoiler, tzk u_u
Maybe next year, if I can come back, do the photos , so we also report the visual appearance of too many cosplayers that I can not stand to describe one by one, detail by detail. Oh, and maybe I will pay attention to something else, as well as potential boni: D-
Today I finished the new design of my site panther ( happiness, happiness \u0026lt;- please read imagining satiretti happy hopping in a circle, while playing the flute) is not yet online because I have to relate the contents u_u be patient, that I should finish it tomorrow, in the meantime I'm going to look like the above tivvì u_u Stay where you are, Chestnut!
-On Friday, released the film New Moon, to commemorate this event I made an image of Patty while choosing the right look for the first, with lots of rambling dialogue attached. I must say that a picture is unlucky: that belonging to the jokes I have written them at a bad time and are not that great; belonging that is centered on Patty; but it is mainly made the odyssey to save her, the main curse. In practice, after trying all sizes with variations attached, to make sure you read all the fine phrases, I had to save in TIFF, but it was not uppato, so I had to do the screen and save it with Paint. _ . I'm still here wondering why Photoshop veneer letters (especially the and the . They have to keep up with very unpleasant, they will fight ? ), but I will not bore you with this also interesting question, here it indipercui , the Patty: D along with the image I have also a piece of interview, that three responses of interest: when the conductor asked him for an explanation of why people follow him into the street, he suggested a matter of smell and I was reminded of the rumors that you do not wash. Well, surely you feel it in meters and leaves its mark, it should be '! : D; on his character, Edward, said he did not consider neither the man nor the ideal ratio also does not think much to the overall story, "Why did you happened? - Do not ask me and I will end. Returning to the series things, my mood took me an idiot as well, hear hear, to think the second scene of Horny Rabbits after t nt aaa time from their first release. Unfortunately it is not ready for tonight, but finally I can use the magic little words blow me, I drag behind August 2007 (missing the right scene, the scene lacked the right, of course ! ). The protagonists are still Zac Efron and Patty. Why? Well, while I was making a stupid play ( for a change ...) I saw this scene and they seemed the two of them, I have found a way to get them together, thinking about it days later, and we'll see how it goes ;.
-A week ago I had a strange dream with me that I was on the Tower of Pisa, I look, and without a protection, I fell down. Splat! In the afternoon I came to think if I were afraid, in a very remote future, obstacles to jump 1.90 m high, when the horse is practically vertical: there too, if you fall, make a nice splat! back. In the evening, watching tivvì, I came to think if I were afraid, if anything happen there, stepping on the crown of the Statue of Liberty. Then I came back to the dream of the Tower at night and I came to seriously doubt the effectiveness of the railing at the top (E 'well sloping the floor! \u0026lt;- Ole, I realized at last!): Although I've never seen / heard of intrepid tourists who fell down like sacks of potatoes from the tower as they were there ;, unaware, to make their pictures as usual, I'm considering the idea of not climb in the future. _o If you really suffer from vertigo and I knew it there alone, I would make a really nice splat! , uuh
-o_o I came to the last point of the update, which concerns another dream come tonight. In truth I had made another night before he unites with the second category which includes: a) strambi e nonsense (altro che l'Immaginario del dottor Parnassus! La mia mente sì che si impegna nei viaggi mentali ai limiti del reale, ma che in quel momento sembrano totalmente veri; b) puttaneschi, e questa è la parte interessante :D Comunque parlerò solo del secondo che è meno da vietato ai minori , l'altro tralasciamo, va'.
Dunque, ero nella mia camera azzurra, posta in cima ad un cilindro altissimo di cristallo, che si trovava dentro ad un palazzo, mi pare. Per scendere dal cilindro prendevi uno scivolo, a risalire non so come si facesse; io mi trovavo sempre lì a fare tortine in fimo, senza scendere mai, ma ogni tanto arrivavano delle old women to see how I was ( Well, thank you. But tell me the truth: you come up here on top just because you like it make the slip, right? \u0026lt;- was not present in the dream, eh. In truth, the old women I replied by signs, but oh well, are details.). Change of scene: I was in my grandfather's house (by the way: in reality does not live there anymore) and, um, there's like a flashback we see me in my blue room that I can chat happily about F acebook with a type , I should meet at the home of my grandfather. How? Here, here begins the most absurd than the first. In practice I was on the landing inside when I hear the room next to me the guy who tells me to open the door, saw that he was beaming with Facebook! Oh God, I have to laugh : D Facebook, teleportation : I missed this, hahaha! : D And my grandfather has the right door! Anyway, I put the eye to the key hole and saw the face of the type, which is none other except that of good-natured Taylor Lautner : D OMG! Behind him heads sideways in the logo with the word Facebook in order to remind us that he is the sponsor of the transporter. I, instead of opening the beautiful Taylor, I run away scared on the stairs (but you can ?! ), but my aunt, my aunt ? x ° D, is on top of that stops me, and my brother, eh? , opens the door, with a sly smile from it is good that thou hast a guy at the door, finally ! I pushed down the stairs and end up in the arms of the handsome son calf. Just a minute, a couple of sentences, which are already eager to kiss (I thank my beloved mind that, in the scenes important, it puts the external field so that I can see myself from outside, which are always a show. Only in dreams, though, eh, in fact they are a different story, sigh.) With a lot of public voyeurs: my brother, my aunt, my mother, my father, the neighbor's dog and so on ;. Then, while I was engrossed in the neck nibbling * * hasta , tells me that should go away (but perchééé ? ) and, before I come back automatically in my blue room, I put a ring on her finger (little finger? Ring? However, it was the right hand, for sure) the same as in token of his something I forgot. The finish is very confusing: rumors (I started to get out of my room m ooo lto often after the meeting) told me that Taylor leave clues, because I was trying, in the packages of cigarettes (Moio ! : D), but Since no one can deliver the messages and tizie who lived with me in the palace did everything to prevent it, in the end I did not understand what happened, unless I was desperate because I could not see it. Of course, putting it in writing, or whatever else it is very Rapunzel tale princesses imprisoned, reinterpreted in a modern. The icing on the cake when I woke up, all gloating for the beautiful dream, I have syrup for an hour on the adorable Taylor E! , hypnotized by the thought that, yes, theoretically in the dream I had just kissed him, aaaw ! : D I still have the same doubts about why he wanted to see him as the last guys I saw were in tivvì Morgan and Reid's Criminal Minds . Polymer clay cakes on the other hand, you're all set: two weeks that I do not watch videos on Youtube with mouth-watering, gh.

remarks at the end of post: it is written badly and typing with the laptop was a hell, hello, hello.