carnivale!

A year.
Just a year.
Nothing special but a date.
17 of august.
The past 17 of agust I was incredibly happy, sitting in a restaurant, lost in the meadows of the noth-eastern italy, eating like a mad, because I was cheerful. Full of joy
Full of hunger
hunger of life (hunger of jam. that heavenly jam. goddamn)


I erased my past blog.
The one I wrote in my native language
four years of entries entirely destroyed
It felt good, the moment just after I pressed the button "Yes, I'm sure. Let all that shit burn in hell".

I do not precisely know why I'm starting this one.
maybe it's just because I've got nothing better to do, this afternoon
I could go out... let it be see a couple of friends
get drunk, come back home walking barefoot and shouting at the dogs
and start again with a new day.

It's not that I feel like it.
So I'm here. Forcing myself not to get drunk at home. alone.
It would be sad. At least it looks sad to me.

I'll probably watch South Park or Family Guy until I fall on the floor half asleep and half exausted.

provaa