Welcome back people,I know... I've missing for a few weeks but as I didn't want to reveal ( but I do), I forgot the password of my blogger account and couldn't really be "bovvered" to solve the problem sooner.
It always takes me ages to do what I am supposed to do, but in the meanwhile I have enjoyed life as much as I could and as I'm starting to feel that regrets will visit me in a couple of months I gotta do something.
First. I've decided that I'm no longer moving to Florence. I've been thinking about this for the last 5 months and I finally realized that as I don't really feel like going ther it might mean that I don't want to. Many of you would argue that I just need to live on my own and to be indipendet ( where independency means to live on my own as I honestly couldn't live with the financial support of mum and dad) again,l but I've proved myself I can do that and that if independency has to mean casual shags... well, I'm no longer available for that.
I think I wanted to move back to Florence, just to have my big loud comeback... but seriously... there are still many things that are wrong with me... and I need to work on them more than I need people praising me for the way I dress.
I've been to London a couple of weeks ago. I needed to close a very significant chapter of my life and surpringly it was easier than I actually thought it could be.
To be a tourist in a place that once was called home is always very awkward and very reveling. I love that city.... but more I love how that city welcomed me.. and what I found in that city.
Now that the lame things are said and gone... I can start talking about my usual pointless blogging.... I forgot to say that in london I stayed over my friend Marghe's place _ no need to say she is one of the best person I know in the world and that she is probably the most welcoming one I've ever met_ and while there I found something really really funny... and that (slightly) reminds me of her.
Some of these notes are really more aggressive in tone, and some of them are more passive — polite, even — but for the most part they share a common sense of frustration that’s been channeled into written form rather than a direct confrontation. It’s barbed criticism disguised as something else — helpful advice, a funny joke, simple forgetfulness. After all, as Dr. Scott Wetzler, a clinical psychologist and author of Living with the Passive-Aggressive man, observed: “A joke can be the most skillful passive-aggressive act there is.”
If you enjoy railing against the flagrant abuse of the English language, you’ll find yourself very much at home here. (Cue up the Alanis Morissette and try these notes, for starters.) And if plumbing the depths of our collective neuroses is what you’re into, you’ll no doubt appreciate the fine work of our fellow travelers at Found magazine, Postsecret, and Mortified.
Fashion-wise I have pretty much nothing to say.
I could mention the new collection of LANVIN for H&M.... but seriously.... I've dealt with the issue of "being fashionista" quite a long time ago. I can say that I'm soon going to Milan, and that I'm probably going to write something about MARCELO BURLON, which is something that I've wanted to do in a while.
I got nothing more to say.....
this post was more about me.... and people may not care... but I do.
M
xx
