Diavoli-Neri

I have this strange feeling, I have moved back from exile in quite Salisbury back to my metropolis Reading... yet... I still miss the shitty halls of residence where I was staying for 9 months. The Hits *met some wicked people *going to Venice in November *only have to spend one more year (as its HND+ BA top up) The Shits *living in halls is rank, its 10x worse since you dont have anything to do *dealing with a the admin side of college, I was ment to get a £500 bursey took 8 months to get the f*cker and when I had just payed my fees(late but within the space of time) the college sent me a snotty letter saying they would send out

WOW its been a year since we started magical B-COT, oh how (most) people did not know each other and made it scarey and how I used to be scared of Pete... o how times have changed p.s heres my youtube account http://www.youtube.com/user/mistercuddles if anyone cares, its like the ringo/myspace but with video

Well I passed despite having no where to go next year! and I was was farking shatterd a few days after I left college I went to Italy for some R&R and I needed it (now its back to borring unemployed life and "are you looking for a job!?... FARK OFF!) its been a week since I went to a bar rooting with the locals and this pretty local young lady was talking to me we where talking about Italian music mainly and 60's music and Italy which was nice and welcoming for me... which was nice and a pleasure sharring your countrys victory.(if you ever find/read this GRAZIE) however after all the fun and excitement I now have a tricky decision weather