So, Brexit- no, the post isn't about it, relax; it's about the resonance it had in Italy, and how for weeks we had every newscasts asking Italian people in the UK and people from Britain living in Italy their opinion ( Read more... )

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I just had an argument with my fathger-which escalated into an argument with my brother. and for once in my life, I am grateful that mum decided to stay out of this-otherwise I would have argued with ehr too ( 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... )

One thing good about lj? I can write and write and write about how depressed I feel,  rambling and rantling, and I don't get lectures about it. this si for eltting you know there's gonna be a pity party here, of the minor and probably insignificant kind, so, be aware... nothing really interesting here, just me, rabling about... well, life ( Read more... )

I've said this before, like I said it about books and articles (and yes, even comic books). Sometimes, Italian editions suck.
One of the cases is The Mentalist, which I follow both in Italian and in English. 
last week, the tenth episode of season four aired in Italian, and, like many times before, the title of the episode suddenly changed; many ( 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... )

 I'm not asking a lot, really (and, if you are following this and you are tired of my attitude and my tendency of crying over me, please, close this page for your own good, because I really need to write this down...), but, well, I'm getting a little mad (and I think this could be the euphemism of the century here) becaus... it's not like that I'm ( Read more... )

have you ever knew soemthing you weren't supposed to, because somone, in a moment of rage, spilled it?
I do.
I lost my grand-mother (dad's mother) when I was around 5 and an half. At the time, I didn't think too much of it. I didn't know she was sick, but, c'mon, I was five.  Who talks about this sort of things with a five years old (unless, of ( Read more... )