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DON'T TOUCH MY CHANEL DOG

I MEAN, HELLO  ?

    This baby bitch is cute I'm telling you, not only she's sweet but she looks like she was designed by Karl himself (I call him Karl cause we're so close oh so close).   
    She's been living at my home for about a month and she's leaving tomorrow to her new and permanent home with the parents of my Argentinian roomy girl. Actually I'm a bit relieved cause it's a bit annoying, you have to be careful about everything: close every door, don't let her do this, don't let her do that, don't step on her shit and pee cause she does it everywhere... ugh, plus I don't get the good about a dog which is sleeping next to her, walking her to meet cute boys with dogs, etc. So yeah, I think we'll be better off without each other. Oh listen to me all cat person.

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WORKING IS ONLY FUN ON 'THE HILLS'

    A few weeks ago I started working as a PR for some night club in my humble hometown which I rarely if ever name here to preserve the mystery among readers (oh wait! I have no readers!). Well PR sounds like I have responsibilities and truth is my job is to parade downtown looking for the glam and the freak to give them flyers and convince them with my charm and wit that our club is the best (oh wait! I have not charm nor wit!), and I do it only Tuesdays, when there's no one on the streets. 'Best' thing is I earn in proportion to the people I get in, so with my lack of social skills and the unfortunate conditions I'm basically doomed (hey! just like Lipstick Jungle!). I'm the worst PR ever. God I miss when I worked at Zara and I had a sure bill waiting by the end of the month, only I wouldn't go to class evar. Anyway, happy happy times, let's just ☀ a little.
    The picture above was taken last Tuesday at the club's bathroom (weekends crowded). The boy in the right is my boss (super super hilarious), the head of PRs, in the middle the one I usually work with, and in the left you recognize the piece of fierceness that is me.

YOU KNOW, I SHOULD BE STUDYING...

BUT!
    Hello, when have I done what I should do?
    Right.
    So I was playing with my camera, in bed, and I recorded something, and since I hadn't used iMovie 08 yet and I was dying to I did this little something, which is a stupidity in all its glory, but I have a blog, so why not post it and let my readers (that is me, myself on drugs, and my inner child) see my face and listen to my voice in fancy technicolor for the first time?

    Tip: wait until it's fully loaded cause it's HD so it takes a while. And you can even play it full screen for a more cinematic mediocrity.

YOU MAY THINK I'M DELIRIOUS BUT I'M SO DAMN SERIOUS

[Updated (days later): Oh my I just saw the video again and it's soo ridiculous HAHA but even though I'm a bit embarrassed I won't take it down cause as Napoleon said right before he died: what's posted is posted cause if not you'll be a blogging whore.]

SEE YA 2007, SUP 2008

    Last picture of 2007:

    First of 2008:

    The fancy lovely dinner before:

    We poors and our dinners... so cute.

    After the dinner we went to the city hall to eat the grapes (that's what we hot olé Spaniards do), drink cava and all that, then the plan was to come back to my house castle (as we call it since I moved in) to get drunk like bananas do a bit of a cocktail hour and then leave to some night club, but when we arrived I realized I had left home with no keys, no wallet, no money, no credit card, NO. CELL. PHONE. (that's a biggie), no nothing. It was New Year's Eve, my flat-mates were in their respective countries, only the Spanish one was in town but he kinda leaves for days without saying, and I couldn't talk to him without my cellphone. So fucked up. I was homeless, but I was homeless with a vest and a bow tie, at least.

    Anyway, life's short, we went out, we got drunk, I got drunk as in years, I remembered what it was to be that drunk (that's not really that much cause I'm not usually fan of drinking much), the fucking waiters at the club were dressed exactly like me but with ties, so I was not at all, just in my imagination only mildly the star of night. I flirted with countless guys, I groped with some Moroccan that kept telling me to go to the bathroom with him, I assume he simply wanted me to guide him to it, and thank God I didn't drink a couple of drinks more cause I might have been persuaded. My poor innocent me, what drinking makes of myself?

    My friends were here and there, some maybe ended drunk enough to show the way to some guy who maybe I heard had a huge personality and maybe ended with some There´s something about Mary in his drunken face. But I'll just let your imagination fly from here. After that I went to sleep in one of my friend's house, taking this cute picture on our freezing way:

    2 homeless days later here I am finally home and being able to write this. It was bad, but I say the worst you begin the year the better it'll be.

    My New Year resolutions? mmm way too many to be realistic, so I'll just say keep doing as well as I can, not to be hard on myself for a change.

DANCING WITH THE RELATIVES

    Christmas Eve is a time to gather with your family or be sad if you don't have one. I have one so I wasn't sad, mostly bored. I do like my family it's just I never talk to them, I think they think I'm dumb. How sad. Anyway I'm not gonna bore you with my reflexions on the absurdness of some parts of me, I'll just let you watch my family shake their booties cause that's why you came and paid. By the way that's my grandma in the middle of it.

    Before that I was in this friend's house to smoke a little, that's Christmas for us kids these days what do you want, and, I made the most perfect joint I've ever done, so beauty, so I wanted to share it with you guys cause you're special and deserve it.

   

MOMMY, IS THAT CHU?

    This is me teaching how to eat by herself the bird (turtledove or something) my flatmate rescued about a week ago when she had apparently fallen from the nest when she was a baby, so she was on the verge of death but now is healthy as a rose so the next step is to teach her how to survive by herself.

    I recorded myself, flying classes included, so maybe I'll post a video X).

THIS IS ME BEING SICK

    It's not like I chose the outfit, I just put a lot of clothes on cause even though it's hot here I feel cold. :(

    Summer is going too fast (like crazy cruel fast), I have no money, I'm sick, I'm gonna have to begin studying for September, I have to be at the balcony to get wifi internet.  Bah (I always wanted to say that). I think I just need sex. Somebody dirty-skype me so at least we'll have phone fun. Why nobody will fucking hit on me! I look pretty even having a cold!

CRY WITH ME, SISTER

YESTERDAY I REACHED THE MAGIC NUMBER OF 1000 (AS IN ONE THOUSAND) VISITS IN A SINGLE DAY !!!

So thank you all for liking the blog, it's really my pleasure, and now that it's summer and I'm gonna have a lot of free time, I'll be updating more often than the CNN so stay around ;))) Love ya.

THANKS FOR JOINING THE FASH REVOLUTION !

    It's great to have so many readers and to hear that you like what I do, even when what I do is put golden paper in my legs X:)))
    Just one thing, you have to leave more comments! The blog looks so sad so I want dozens, no, hundres, no, hundreds of thousands of comments in each post, it doesn't matter what you say, if you wanna make me happy, just say something! Oh and I also need haters, I've never had one and I want some so badly, so if you know someone that would hate me and would take the time to post hateful things talk to him about my blog. Thanks!

NOT. FUNNY.

    So today lovely Fashionista talked (here) about my "Valenciaga" leggings (here), and reader Yulie went and commented nothing but they reminded her to the following video. Ha. Ha.

   

    Bitch. Anyway hugs and kisses to Yulie cause we all love her, and to Leslie Hall (in the video) cause YouTube wouldn't be the same without her.
     They also linked me (among others) on American Apparel's blog (here)(no, I didn't know/cared they had one either), but the funny thing is they say "Blogger Santosuke suggests you make your own [robo-leggings] with the help of American Apparel". Honey, I didn't see any help of yours in the photo shoot. Zero Americans and no apparel to help me. If you mean my lovely cashmere sweater is from you, that's not right, it's not, but anyway I love your store so I let you say we went on a date and I let you touch me under the skirt as long as you send me this wonderful unisex bathrobe in black. It's crazy and I've wanted it for months.  I want it, I need it and I deserve it, so give it to mama.

☛ Leslie Hall picture from www.leslieandthelys.com.