Basically the problem is that I graduated in July with 110 in European law after nearly ten years of mad and desperate study, work unlikely to pay for my tuition fees, days past to ask healthy people with blood ' Avis, to make the wardrobe in the hope that local people I do not vomit in the coupon of the coat or the coat itself and then return it on the hanger, years of lessons Latin to the children of rich dad, but that does not agree with all due respect of the torments of Seneca and Cicero, and mo 'I do not want a lawyer.
I want to be a journalist.
But not that beautiful and sexy that is inside the television.
No. I want to do what I have done over the past three years and that is the one that climbs over the guardrail to see the murder victims, one that runs after being told to fuck De Mita, the one that absolutely must find out what the fuck you these are the top ones in the thirteenth floor of the PDL, the one who spends his nights in the newsroom to comb through the exit polls only to leave the next day with all the elect in the face of the Morning.
just that I can not do because invisible hand when distributing the wealth to the head of cock is beautifully forgot about me and my family.
Or maybe the intercom was not working well.
fact is that I now muttering in the dark.
SGRUNT
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