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Tue, 07 Dec 2010 17:00:18 +0100

do not understand yoru question

Italy finiest charcuterie

Fri, 03 Dec 2010 16:49:34 +0100

Good mother Lord of Gods, where the hell is that titel good for? Well I have decided the enter the empire of stupidness, I decided to make Berlusconi as one of my mental guru’s for the next 48 hours.

This means that : 1. I will have facial surgery to look half my age

2. I will hunk at short dresses

3. I will stare at stiff niples

4. I will laugh at every camera wondering when the flashlight will reflect my Alps brees white teeth

5. I will sing instead of speak

6. I will wave, shake and tremble my left hand to look at my watch

7. I will think of Obama as ‘Il bronsato’

caio

see ya on Monday pepperoni di cazo !!!

oh what a night

Thu, 02 Dec 2010 14:31:45 +0100

OK , anyone in my situation would have done the same. Except myself.

Let me try to explain the painfull and awkard situation I was in last night, around 4:00 AM. This is Thursday night, so no pubs ar alcohol were involved. Neither hard trash metal music or mushrooms. I lay in bed , and suddenly I hear that noise coming from the living rooom, a noise I now so well but a noise I try to ignore every time a hear it. It is the noise of a weening dog, the dog decided that 4:00 AM is a good time for a stroll (the bloody beast sleeps 20 hours a day), but hey , who am I to judge wether I should wake up and walk the dog or just ignore the sound. After a few minutes the weening gets louder, a small bark, a loud bark.

On the streets at 4:0 AM nobody is around, except from me and my hairy friend. Freezing cold, snowing, thinking about the wake up call from my kid at 6:30 AM. The dog is happy, his boss a little less happy. Mu first business meeting this morning went quite well, and 50 emails later I wish my dog to receive a grass pyama. He doesn’t care. He is probably asleep. dreaming of his next morning stroll.

cold cold cold dog

Wed, 01 Dec 2010 15:34:29 +0100

My dog was too lazy to get up this morning for his walk. After a few minutes I finally got him to stand up and with a moderate pace he walked towards the frontdoor.

Here I am, warm jacquet, long underwear, head, gloves, carmex at hand.

There is my dog no jacquet, 50% asleep and his other 50% thinking about breakfast. (which is by the way the same everday)

I was confronted with existentialism this morning, freezing like hell, walking around the same block since three years and hoping that my beloved furry would activate the option ‘DYI walk and return at the frontdoor’ in his food oriented brain department.

I was confronted with existentialism this morning, what the holy Lord mother of God was I doing outside at minus 15 degrees Celsius, waiting for my dog to release what I gave him the days before.

Sometimes thoughts are weird and hard to battle, but this time I was not even willing to battle