The 'insomnia and other randomness

The Insomnia is a constant in my life, after having dealed with it for long time, I decided to exploit it to my advantage, books, movies kitchen, I used the time that sleep won't take. 


memories, nice ones and not pleasant ones, I always look into my mind when I am alone, as if I was re-reading an old book. 


The awkwardness that distinguishes me, I fall (climbing the stairs stumbling down the stairs in the cat, etc.) have created many problems, always making me feel like a bull in a china shop, inadequate, out of place ... but this is me, for better or for worse. 


my impetuous manners (hugs emotion words), I always express what I think and feel and this puts me in trouble, this is not the right time for honesty, even though everyone seems to step back from modernity having always emotional impression that to be likable is not yet socially ... COOL. 


Fake and pseudo intellectual chic, seems to be the most awesome way to be, Uninterested in food, in hugs, always caught and stuck in discussions political-intellectual-fake so they feel one step higher than those who, like me, still want to smile and embrace in spite of circumstances. 


The pursuit of happiness, I'll whisper that, because otherwise you are not quite "forward" or perhaps in this way, when you are disappointed you can make fun of it .. actually saying I really did not want to be happy. 


The snobbish way of life in the province, I am a provincial snob and I'm proud to be! I love the countryside in the morning, cooking my jam's, lazy, living the square, chatting with people passing in front of my house about daily events without having to get to the dialogo sopra i massimi sistemi (Galileo won't hate me). 


The flowers that ALL women love to receive, anonymous or not (although anonymity has an incomparable charm), at work or at home, daisies flowers roses calle ... FLOWERS. make us feel special, even if it is not modern. 


to iron , any housewife would avoid this (and I do avoid) as much as possible, hurray for Lycra! 


Loneliness, when I'm forced to confront myself .. Well is not that bad after all I like myself with all my faults. 


The imperfection I AM THE QUEEN OF IMPERFECT.