Comments: Pretty, Not So Pretty and Plain Ugly

As of today, I have made it my official policy to ignore your bluffs, as they do not really belong into this -very ladylike- competition.
This brings to mind that episode of Sex and the City, where Samantha (probably) says that after breaking up with someone you start to compete to see who of the two will die alone and miserable.
Since you and I are, I hope, far from breaking up (L.L., remember?) that last comment is just a non sequitur you should ignore like I ignore yours (with infinite love and respect, that is).

Anyways, my mean comments today are not about you, so to the point:

I'm honestly starting to feel vivid hatred for humanity; some of my clients in particular. Geez, these people! I wish I could tell them to fuck off (in Spanish, so that they'd understand), fuckfaces. I'm becoming one of those people who get deeply aggravated by pretty much anything, and, oh so much, by old ladies in fur coats.
I might have mentioned this to you over the phone, but recently one of these idiots refered to me as "it".
"It" broke the camel's back. I'm so day dreaming about guns right now.

And that, my friend, is why I'm planning on becoming round-house kick ass model material.

Ok, and here comes the part that you should keep private until you die:
Mafi sent me (like he probably sent you) some of his wedding pictures. I skimmed through them, and even a while after being done, something kept nagging me in the back of my mind. Finally -thank our Maker- I realized what it was: his wife looks a lot like Miley Cyrus.
Duh.... They are both teenagers!

Oh, by the way... There is this Argentinian guy who we buy jewelry from. He's probably your age, 6ft some, and sizzling. I just sometimes wish he could be some kind of representational boyfriend... You know, someone you are allowed to walk around and show off with. I think he'll be coming to the store soon.

Anyways, this is probably the furthest thing from a serious blog I've seen in my life.
Stop bragging, and give me the news!