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Sono vecchia è un dato ufficiale, ieri sera mi son sentita sul groppone tutti i miei 32 anni.
Non ho l'età, per sentire i Led Zeppelin interpretati con maestria e passione ed avere davanti solo invasate che probabilmente avrebbero pensato fosse un pezzo originale se non fosse stato loro presentato.
Non ho l'età, per ammantarmi della malinconia di Crosby Stills Nash & Young e sentire urletti di sottofondo.
Non ho l'età, per vedere "la discreta" abilità (a detta sua..ho l'ho trovato più che bravo visto che con Michele si alternavano tra ritmica e solista) di Federico alla chitarra e non potergli fare i complimenti perchè "Wow" si parla di musica non delle sue mutande, ne per stupirmi del tapping sfoggiato dal Wice e non vederlo apprezzato.
Suppongo che sia sconfortante vedere che la tua arte sia ridotta a mera adorazione di un pupazzo che non sei e non vorrai essere mai. Si vedeva palesemente il disagio nel replicare a domande stupide o nel non essere seguito minimamente mentre cerchi di spiegare il processo creativo (in parole povere) di un pezzo e nessuno ti si fila...
Non so, è stato un bello show, sono bravi, sono potenti, tengono il palco e per tre ragazzetti dal cucuzzolo della montagna non è poco.
Ma siamo nel paese del tubo catodico, dove se vai a dire parolacce in prima serata sei universalmente riconosciuto e ammirato,dove la pantomima e lo svilire l'essere umano mostrando il peggio del peggio,sono all'ordine del giorno. Dove una donna a 45 anni pure essendo professionalmente affermata si sente in dovere di indossare abiti da battona prezzolata e in diritto di fare allusioni ad un ragazzino che potrebbe esserle figlio.
La tristezza infinita è che poi, di contro, si pensa che basti mettersi due straccetti neri, bistrarsi gli occhi e adornarsi la faccia con vezzosi pezzetti di metallo per andare contro.Non andate contro, vi incanalate solo da un altra parte, è un altro ruolo, ma il palco, aimé, non cambia.
Non c'è nessuna differenza per chi si strappa i capelli per Marco Carta...non che io abbia nulla contro di lui, ognuno fa quel che vuole e se trova un modo per farsi apprezzare buon per lui.
Smetto di ciancare, sperando di scrollarmi di dosso questa malincoia,
All of my love to you...

Crazy Slaughterer in sala prove...


Those guys are awesome*__*. Me and my lovely nieces are going to attend at their acoustic gig here in Rome. The one and only time I've dreamed to go seeing them live I've ended up doing "hot stuff" with the drummer which is utterly scary! I mean he's like ten years my junior? and btw If I get to choose I will go for the bassist ...
Anyway it was scary I don't do that kind of dreams! My sleep is filled by blood and devastation and I prefer it that way.
Rome is boiling summer has exploded suddenly and the heath is killing i can't eat, can't walk and I keep drinking loads of water ending up peeing every ten minuts.
I want to go to the sea*_* to drown myself in a pool whatever!

Nothing special I was bored.



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This horrible week has finally come to an end. One more day of constant running and grief and I could have really collapse.Which I actually kinda did on friday, I fallen asleep at six thirty in the afternoon woke up at nine,eat,read a little and fall asleep again at midnight. I just needed to rest and shut up my mind for a while. This whole my uncle died thing has shaken my world and not for the right reasons.
I wish I could say I was sorry and grieving but I was not. There was just a big cloud of anxiety and fear for my aunt and cousin. The funeral was surreal. The priest kept saying that we where there for love and that made me wanna puke. I hate being an hypocrite and pretend that I cared. The naked truth is that I didn't even really know the man cause my mother despised him. All I know is that he was a junkie, that he went to rehab countless times and that he kept using for like thirty years.
He was born rich,at 18 he drove a porche and as much as I recall was an awesome painter and photographer,almost graduated. But he never worked and he chased death till the last day. Even with artificial breathing machines he kept asking for cigarettes,it was the last thing he said before the coma.
I really do want to write to my cousin but words just can't come out.Words are useless and empty and can't fill the void.

Last week I've done some modeling for a friend who want to be a photographer.
And being a very egomaniac person here are my favourites.



( innocent and vain )

Btw I've changed header and the info layout I simply do love them. The header hasn't turn out as i would have liked to but it'll do. The Bowie one instead is simply perfect! Aww the Thin White Duke*_*

I am not very good with ps but these days of utter boredom made me want to play with it a little and here are the results. One of course is my header I am so fond of it that I couldn't resist posting.




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So as you can see I've changed header *_*. This Robert Pattinson "RS" shoot finally got me enough to change my beloved Riggs.
I've seen the movie last week and actually enjoed it. Maybe it was because I expected a total crap but it was a good time, even the italian dub which usually makes me complain all the time wasn't bad. Anyway there was some crappy stuff and here is the list:

1)the casting of Rosalie, Nikki Reed is a good actress and a beautiful girl but she looks really awful blond. She has obviosly not the colouring of a blond and that is that.

2)Jasper u.u . Poor Poor Jackson Rathbone, the guy is quite pretty and
they made him look like the poor brother of Edward Scissors Hands.

3) The Kiss like make up! I could have done better at least I would have put the foudation everywhere. Rob's hears were always kinda reddish and that wasn't glamorous at all...

4) Edward fashination with trees. It was scary and looked like he was somekind of videogame puppet u.u

Now I am too lazy to list the good ones so I'd just say that : Finally there's someone who look as cool as me in rayban shades:P

It was freaking awesome!! After a boring ep last week this one held me in front of the screen squeeing all the time. Castiel is a sadist poor Dean and poor Mary. I am satrting to be spoilerish so full review under the cut.
( In the beginning )

Just one word it was awesome! Really due to some spoilers I didn't expect it to be that good
Full review under the cut.

( Winchesters are love )

I feel kinda idiotic but aren't they cute?
It was really sad when they broke up and all those rumors about Ryan dating Kirsten Dunst no offense but Rachel is well Rachel. Pics from justjared



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I just found this on supernatural_tv it's freaking awesome and the boys own my heart (they have to share with a million others but i am sure they won't mind:P)!
I can't wait for my dvd's now. I want want want them!!

Quella sotto il cut è una vecchia storia che sto tentando di revisionare. Conoscendo la mia proverbiale distrazione sicuramente ci saranno errori di battitura per cui chiedo venia (marcycas & piccolo_poo attendo voi per betarlo:P).
Per chi se lo chiedesse c'è molto di me nella protagonista visto che questo racconto è nato come una sorta di diario romanzato. Spero il lavoro di revisione oltre ad eliminare delle atrocità stilistiche sia riuscito a darle una dimensione propria.
Buona lettura commenti e consigli sono sempre i bene accetti.

( The Bowie syndrome )

Hi everyone,
a little annoucement this will become my "creative" journal i will post here only original writings graphics and reviews. As for my personal stuff it will be at this new account missamyblue.livejournal.com obviously friends only.

I am not quite myself.
Dunno really what's happening but I feel like I am loosing it again.
Damn boredom, Damn prettyness.
Sometimes I wish I was just some plain girl, emotionally stable and happy.
I have gone Kate Mossish again, all skinny and moody. Red lipstick and black hair.
Ice bitch is back. And there's no reason.
Only the same old missing piece which my grandma assured me I will never find.
She didn't at 80...I don't think I would be luckier.
At least I've my sister back which I've missed unbearably, she's no matter what,my other side, the only family I know.
And I am being pathetic, forgive me. I am drunk and stoned and my body is not cooperating.
Guess I am gonna go to sleep, a dreameless sleep I hope. Just want to forget the mess I've put myself into...it's not worth it, never was, never will be....

I am uneasy, frustrated and restless wow.
It is one of those times in which i'd like to sleep endlessy and avoid to think.
Thinking is bad.--> yes she speaks like a 5 years old and she's proud of it.
I am quite bored about everithing, it seems I have less and less to share with people I used to care about. The caring is still there id the interest which is running out. Silly me and my blindfolds.
I want more of the prettiness and that's not a good thing. You try to escape and it comes chasing you. Bad prettiness.
On the bright side the lump on my left breast has almost doubled itself lucky me uh?
Removal is the only way now, not that it's risky but letting it grow and remove it later means a bigger scar and no thanks I love my breasts as they are.
My head it's kinda exploding now and I want my sister to be here, i need to talk to her, i feel so awful and confused.
By the way to close this senseless and complaining post last night I 've dreamed of the devil and I woke uop screaming again. The funny thing is that I knew I had to scream so Gabe would wake me up. I prefer my usually splatter dreams, blood shed and killings i can stand that undefined figure talking and touching not.

So, you have to go to this christening and you don't want to,you have to go to Nick Cave gig and you can't cause is super hot and you're kinda almost dead. Blood pressure is tricky sometimes and the fact that you keep losing weight isn't good too.
Anyway you are so sure that said christening is in the afternoon but at eleven a.m. your sister wakes you up yelling something like "you idiot it was at ten this morning" and you think thank God we missed it.
Later you decided to go out with the schizoid bestfriend because you owe her a dinner for her birthday but the whole crowd of mutual friends want you both to go elsewhere.
At some point one gotta decide and we end up at this predinner place where,lucky you, you met a long date friend whom after jumping all happy decides to warm you up with the sentimental whereabouts of your "kindaofex".
So he dates this Big Brother starlet who happens to be one of the greatest sluts ever seen, she even has been mocked on a popular parody show and the whole fucking italy has seen it.
Now what exactly have I to share with someone like this? and worst was i so in love with him that I couldn't see the idiot he was??
I am baffled really.