far from my truth... my Italian blood mostly circulates in my tongue. how i love thy pasta, pizza, mozzarellam, gelato and tomatoes.

was i so americanized? that i carry Mcdo Coke because i can't afford a minute to stop.

that i do not know how to do nothing. my inability to relax in sheer pleasure made me spend my bucks with superficial wants.

wishing i could win the lottery and afford a Bali trip NOW.