I'm broekn hearted and I cannot stop crying- even if I know it's stupid and they don't deserve it and...
Anyway. Aunt Laura called THE SHOP to talk with my brother Drew and which him a happy birthday. 
I was- and still am- on the job; a costumer could arrive anytime, which means I can't really chit-chat. Anyway, I tell that  I'd put Drew on the line ( Read more... )

So, I am slightly mad and I had a terrible week and an enormous lack of good sleep, ergo, according to twitter guidelines, I really shouldn't be here writing this, but what the hell. I know I ranted with tromana all night long, but this morning I woke up feeling even worst, so, here I am. Writing and complaining ( Read more... )

Things aren't good ( Read more... )

Well... where do I start from?  The title says "excuses", but really, there's no excuse at all. I've been lacking from the word of ffan-fiction, both as an author and as a reader, and I'm sorry for this. Quite honestly, lately i've been absent from many things, not only that. A slight depression, increasing difficulties, deaths in the family tend ( Read more... )

at the mall, while my brother was wandering around looking for mother, the director called security for him just because he took from our ancestors and, with beard, he doesn't look Cucasian- Italian but Middle-Eastern. we went grocery shopping there for years, few days a week every week, and you know what? I'm not so sure I'll be willingly to keep ( Read more... )