Lotte Joyce

Olga makes no sense at all.

when I got my High School certificate I went with mOz to my favourite park: to get drunk.
after a nice bottle of sparkling wine and a small beer I was already finding EVERYTHING SO FUNNY (mOz actually is more resistant). so HE offered me his flouroscent yellow curly headdress to wear: and I DID WEAR IT walking in the main square (DUOMO’s square) asking laughing: where is the Duomo? where? that one? ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

She wrote me such a postcard! it gave me a strange feeling to receive it: a bridge between two friends that have never met before, because she is one of those people I feel in touch with and that I hope to really touch one day, just asking: “are you real?”

She wants to be a paramedic and help other people.

You know what? She wears nice bicycles.
Yeah, bicycles.

I’ve just seen a woman passing in the street with a red umbrella on her head to protect her from the sun.

she was great.

I am in love.

Because she is absolutely a landmark in a mOzLife’s domain, a barycentre in a mOzSystem’s mass, a passageway in a mOzGallery or even an air outlet in a mOzDrainpipe that couldn’t be removed.

I am so happy I will have a collegue as you Linda!

then as you are able to wear a saree…I’ll hope you’ll help me because honestly I always mistake something…once I couldn’t even do a step longer than 10 cm!

thanks for your nice comments!
thenI had the chance to visit your flickr account: there a lot of funny picture…so I can understand your tags!