Will Mr. Bush check this blog, and my digital stream of life on the grid too?

*pause, and stand still*

Do check this, Mr. President: *sticks her tongue out* BLLLLLLLLEAH!


USA: parte campagna internazionale intercettazioni

Just a day.
A day like any other, you'd say.

And then, instead, the head grow heavy (and the sight grow dim)
and I feel empty (and not really... me)

S. offers me a dance. I kiss her. I strob her hair. I let her dance holding me in her arms.
But I'm somewhere else. And for once, I can't run. No passion lightens me up.


Then.M. is - oh - so kind.
M. is - oh - so handsome.
M. asks me to cheer up. For him.
So I smile.
For him.

*humming her way - in a rather cheerful manner - while music goes by*

... and so this is Christmaaaas
and Happy New Yeeear.
Let's hope it's a good ooooone
without any feeeeear...

*smiles and on a warm shade in the tone of her voice*
Merry Christmas to everybody, my dear friends...

*winks*