You might say I have jealousy issues. I say mine are not as bad as other people I have known. Take the Rebound Boy Toy for example. He would look on my cell phone to see who I called, who called me, what messages I got or sent yadda yadda yadda. He'd even freak out if I didn't call him the minute I got out of work.
Look, I know I have a huge jealousy streak but at least I try to control it.
It's not that easy to control, though, when one is dating one of Rome's bigger ex-man-whores this side of the Quirinale. And it's not easy to control when he's best friends with what seems like every single chick he's ever fucked and thusly they call a lot.
It's not that easy to control when said ex-man-whore drops comments about big huge commitments like having kids, marriage, or starting a business together but during a discussion about cheating says
29 September 2005
13 September 2005
Seeso e la Città Eterna - My Life Is a Sitcom
we in the apartment are fortunate to have SKY TV (satellite cable to you N. American folks). Despite this fact, Italy in general is still behind the states in terms of what programs it's airing & which seasons (notable exception being Desperate Houswives...we're only a few episodes behind. Thank god. I ♥ Eva. & co.)
Will & Grace is a program I had heard of, but never seen until SKY TV. Curly & I are hooked, probably because it's the sitcom version of us. Well, minus that whole "Curly is gay" thing. anyways...
Boys & girls, I have often facetiously compared my life to a soap opera or sitcom at times. Tonight's episode of Will & Grace took the fucking cake.
(& I swear to you I haven't downloaded episodes via Internet. Half the fun of *big booming voice* "SEASON CLIFFHANGERS" or "SWEEPS WEEK" is watching on your own boob tube in real time. Besides which I don't download that shit at work.)
It was this episode, folks. I'll excerpt it here for those of you who don't want to read through a script.
Yes boys & girls, my life is a fucking sitcom.
I would sue for copyrights or infringement or whatever bullshit the lawyer could cook up, but the fact is that:
A) SO watches Will & Grace only while we're at my place (which ain't often)
&
B) this episode's original airdate is 11/1/2001 (which is either November 1st or January 11th 2001. If it's the latter I just might have to kill myself as that would be the day after my birthday P.R.A.1 Post Relationship Armageddon 1. The cause of death would read "Self Inflicted Irony Wound")
You don't want to know how many cigarettes i've smoked tonight.
Will & Grace is a program I had heard of, but never seen until SKY TV. Curly & I are hooked, probably because it's the sitcom version of us. Well, minus that whole "Curly is gay" thing. anyways...
Boys & girls, I have often facetiously compared my life to a soap opera or sitcom at times. Tonight's episode of Will & Grace took the fucking cake.
(& I swear to you I haven't downloaded episodes via Internet. Half the fun of *big booming voice* "SEASON CLIFFHANGERS" or "SWEEPS WEEK" is watching on your own boob tube in real time. Besides which I don't download that shit at work.)
It was this episode, folks. I'll excerpt it here for those of you who don't want to read through a script.
[CUT TO GRACE'S BEDROOM. GRACE AND NATHAN ARE UNDER THE COVERS MOANING...]
NATHAN: Sweetie!
GRACE: Oh, baby!
NATHAN: Oh, Grace! Marry me!
Yes boys & girls, my life is a fucking sitcom.
I would sue for copyrights or infringement or whatever bullshit the lawyer could cook up, but the fact is that:
A) SO watches Will & Grace only while we're at my place (which ain't often)
&
B) this episode's original airdate is 11/1/2001 (which is either November 1st or January 11th 2001. If it's the latter I just might have to kill myself as that would be the day after my birthday P.R.A.1 Post Relationship Armageddon 1. The cause of death would read "Self Inflicted Irony Wound")
You don't want to know how many cigarettes i've smoked tonight.
02 September 2005
Il Patriot Act Italiano
La legge n.155 del 31 luglio, la cosiddetta ‘Legge Anti-Terrorismo' è la più grande stronzata che ho mai letto.
E' una legge tutto fumo, passato dai vigliacchi incapace solo per avere qualcosa in mano per fluttuarle davanti il popolo quando gli chiediamo "Che state facendo per proteggerci dai terroristi?"
"Ecco! Abbiamo la legge anti-terrorismo! Guardate quanto siamo forte, quanto siamo bravi a proteggervi."
Stronzate. Fottutte stronzate.
Vi dirigo l'attenzione all'Articolo 7 di questa legge. Praticamente qualsiasi ditta che ha un computer collegato al internet deve avere una licenza diciamo 'Internet Café dalla questura. In più, il titolare
Guardate ragazzi: una legge che mostra esattamente quanto l'Italia ed il suo governo sono inconoscenti ed ignoranti di come funziona l'Internet e le tecnologie associate.
E' una legge tutto fumo, passato dai vigliacchi incapace solo per avere qualcosa in mano per fluttuarle davanti il popolo quando gli chiediamo "Che state facendo per proteggerci dai terroristi?"
"Ecco! Abbiamo la legge anti-terrorismo! Guardate quanto siamo forte, quanto siamo bravi a proteggervi."
Stronzate. Fottutte stronzate.
Vi dirigo l'attenzione all'Articolo 7 di questa legge. Praticamente qualsiasi ditta che ha un computer collegato al internet deve avere una licenza diciamo 'Internet Café dalla questura. In più, il titolare
e' tenuto ad osservare per il monitoraggio delle operazioni dell'utente e per l'archiviazione dei relativi dati...nonche' le misure di preventiva acquisizione di dati anagrafici riportati su un documento di identità dei soggetti...
Guardate ragazzi: una legge che mostra esattamente quanto l'Italia ed il suo governo sono inconoscenti ed ignoranti di come funziona l'Internet e le tecnologie associate.
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