He and I, it’s somethin’ beautiful But so dysfunctional, it couldn’t last Loved him so but I let him go Cause I knew he’d never love me back Such pain as this Shouldn’t have to be experienced I’m still reeling from the loss Still a little bit delirious, yeah
So now my life consists of work, work and paying bills while just a short few four months ago I was drinking my life away in Italia. Oh how the times have changed…
Anyway what gets my adventure wheels turning these days are shopping and baking.
This would be ok except for the fact that I have no time to do much of anything and I keep spending unnecessary amounts of money shopping to mask the pain of not living in Italia anymore.
The dreams are still there shoved in the back behind student loans, responsibility, bills and Real life. Boo!
All joking aside I need to get my arse on a plane to somewhere new…
Oh yesssss Whiskey :)
I may seriously hurt someone if one more person in Milan is a bitch to me. For instance just tonight here is a list of the meanies i encountered. At dinner i said “scusa” to get the waitress attention for a wine menu, she turned around pointed her finger at me and told me to wait a second. Then we ordered things and they never came and when we asked her she said “ohh they didn’t come.” obviously not biotch! Im sorry but i was speaking Italian and being polite do not be rude to me because im speaking English with my friends UGHHHHH. Then as i was waiting to cross the street some girl flies around the corner honking her horn at me, and i just stayed put. She stops the car and yells out the window “you need to stand in the middle of the street” I can assure you i was 5 inches from the curb, really not in the middle of the street I just kindly told her what a nice person she was. As you can see Im pretty fed up with the everyday encounters in Milan, I don’t even want to leave my house because I cant pay for anything unless its exact change, I cant speak English in fear of being loathed and God forbid I walked out of the house not looking my best, well the fashionistas of Milan will stare your ass all the way back to your house making you feel like shit along the way. I love Milan I really do, but I could NEVER live here because the people SUCK. There rude, nasty snobby people and I don’t care if they know it….Learn to be polite If you want my respect then respect me. That is all,
A angry girl in Milan
You tell her that the only way her heart will mend is when she learns to love again
And it won’t make sense right now but you’re still her friend
And then you let her down easy