It’s hard to believe, when you’re all dressed up for work or at dinner with your long-time girlfriend, that there exists the remote possibility of having a perpetual cricket, with bovine features, buzzing around in your head, tormenting and distracting you.
You find yourself on some evenings with the overwhelming desire to go home, fire up that damned modem, and scroll through your Favorites.
But you know well that there’s no need to waste time with the mouse; you’ve learned to type it out in a split second. Yes, just a split second.
It’s the same time it takes you to notice new reviews or new messages in the thought factory.
It’s the same time it takes to click DeRecensioni >> latest comments.
It’s just a bit longer than it takes to spot a comment from Enea, Caz, or Qzerty.
It’s just a bit shorter than it takes to spot who’s in chat.
Then you relax. Satisfied, you read the reviews from your favorite users and vote while commenting freely, sometimes a bit like a dog's cock. After all, nobody knows who you are yet.
With a slight click, you then go on to read the thirteenth review of Dark Side by the usual Pink Floyd. You know this is going to be fun.
The final step you take is to enter the chat. There, people always gather at two in the afternoon or late at night; you’re tired but happy. Between a "bella pe'pretazzo", a peaceful exchange of insults with trell, and an overzealous joke with Gee, time flies.
Time flies quickly and the months pass, comments increase, friends remain, but Josi is still the same. Static. He still hasn’t figured out anything about women.
Beautiful Melanie Thierry, tze'.
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