this summer is gonna be long gone, before i noticed. nah.
those rare day offs that i can get, i spend with my guys.
poolside, knitted blouse, VS bikini that i can hardly get in?
from time to time i throw myself onto the very girly staff.
i love satin robes. that one from VS fashion show in Paris in
2016 is exquisite. and then i am back to my personal hell.
i am working the job, that not any man could.
have no time at all to pretend dead at my Balenese salon.
boooked myself a hotel in Bali Jan in advance just in case.
want to quit. want to sell the business to someone, who wants.
do not care about the money at all. stopped caring about cash.
want a normal vacation, like humans do. want another good ab.
i do think, that diets are for stupid people, who have so much time
to mix smoothies, doing exercises, blah blah blah and commitments.
for what it is worth, i think a girl should have a thin waist and good hips.
somewhere between 58~95. and all other figures are too exxagerated.
i am tired.
i am so freaking worn out.
sometimes me and my best friend who is almost as good at shooting
as i do, talk about the time three years ago, when the time was rough,
he would not have money to pay up at the hotel, we would buy the
chapest coctails at the local store and i would reach to my visa card,
which had balance of somewhere between the last 200 bucks. night.
how fun we were back then.
now it is all about figures, customers, economics.
i am lazily sipping coffee from my RIedel, choosing the new Bvlgari ring.
i keep the receit of our rings in my card holder. i am that hell sentimental.
the main point of me, being good at my job is not feel.
i shredded the word mercy in my head when i was fifteen.
why so serious?