going going going!

It´s 2am n I just finished packing! The birthday felt better than I expected and AJ really broke his ass for this one, god sometimes I don´t know if I should marry him or preserve him in a bottle of absolute. Anyways, not much going on lately besides work work and work...not the business intelligent consultant bullshit job I had before but more decent bullshit modelling work. yeah, it is going faster now and it´s easier once you know a bunch of peeps in this industry...and if there are some weirdos out there!

update on my trip later. now I need to shave my leg or something.

Boredom breed creativity

Whatever happens in this country stays in this country, the sad truth is that nothing much happens on this island. Just as the other day when I was at the museum checking out the new Lacroix exhibition and decided to kill my boredom by committing image suicide...unfortunately Aaron decided to make this moment forever. No more pictures from now on people! Videos rocks

if the pills could paint

"Valium"




I got a million stuff to do and all I can think about is to mix wine with pills. Aaron is still staying at my place and you don´t see him until 2pm, yeah that's when he hits the shower. We live in shift here at my place, AJ wakes up at 7am, me three hours later which is fine cause usually AJ is back for lunch...and I am having breakfast. Aaron shines up at 2pm and has his breakfast and at that time AJ is napping n I m eating my second meal of the day.

*kids screaming outside the door*

Me - fucking hell, why can't the monsters be more like the Chinese kids...on Valium u know. These ones are like on E.
Aaron- that's because they have to look for diamonds.....they are from Africa riiiiight?

This reminded me of Leonardo Di Caprio who kind of looks like Josh Hartnett, which apparently partied in HK with this Swedish male model that's from my mother agency. I wonder if they made out.

je suis un festis

THis wknd was good, I just realized I don´t care that much anymore. When does the bus come, whatever, is it going to rain, whatever, will I be happy, maybe...whatever. Bonnie left yesterday after having too much food and too little of fucking. Me and Aaron had planned to let her pussy having a joyride with AJs midget portuguese tennis star. Unfortunately Bonnie was dry as the Sahara, not even us lubricating the conversation helped. Apparently the danish pastry is more tasty than the portugeuse cheese. Too strong I guess.

We went to BED and it was full of MILFs, no wonder that one of AJs client recommended it. Than Zouk, where I saw a teenage asian boy puke right on the bartender. He was actually puking and ordering a drink at the same time. Impressive.
AJ insisted in buying everyone champagne which could have been glamorous if we didn´t ended up at the drive-thru McDonalds 6am, ordering hashbrowns. Not so Moet after all.

it's a hardknock life

Aaron is here and we have been chilling most of the times, he wakes up at 1pm and me two hours before...AJ at 6am. We work in shifts here. Arnold is on TV talking about bringing in 1.6Billion USD in tax money by legalizing pot, I wish that folks would be creative like this and not only during this economic "tsunami". I have been a bad girl by not going to any of my castings, I want to get out of my contract with the agency and gaining weight just sounded too much like a career suicide. I have been doing alot shots lately for some reason, work just pours in suddenly and all I want to do is laying by the pool and watch AJs penis floating in the azul blue water, it does makes his balls smell like chlorine thou.

Tomo Bonnie flies in from HK and I can't wait to see her and ask her how it feels like to fuck a danish pastry.

I am almost there

My name is Aaron, I wear lipgloss because "I am worth it"

On tuesday my fav. canadian brokeback couture faggot ladiboi with a huge ass of attitude will arrive. N probably the only person that got 90 albums on his Facebook. There is more anticipation than ever and I am sure that after a week I will try to drown him in the pool downstairs, but until than I must admit that there hasn't been this much happiness going on since Christmas -98 when I got a vintage LV bag as gift.

Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life. I was supp. to go for a vernissage at 3pm today, instead I woke up at 1pm and realized that Carol was during laundry in the kitchen. WTF, it´s Saturday. I got up and opened up my closet to choose a dress for the art opening, I stood infront of the mirror looking at my naked body and thought that today was a "bad body day" and went back to sleep some more. At 2pm I sent a text to Cliff saying that I m too hungovered to sip champagne with pretentious artfags. At 4pm I was sipping Shiraz in the livingroom and thinking to myself why that Swedish model I met last night was so short. After 30min of facebooking I could still not shake away my doubts about the short male model so I send Angie a text saying "did u bang that Italian 20 year old last night? N by the way r u sure that C. is a model...isn´t he like 1.77?" That´s how pathetic my weekends has become. Tomo I will spend the whole afternoon by the pool in my non-existing bikini reading Milton Friedman...yeah right.