After 5 days of lurking, begging, pleading and debasing myself, i finally got entry to the very guarded by almost armed security agents at what is fashion week or what i now like to call fashist week. I was going on about goon squads, and did these guys train in iraq, etc. ... It may sound harsh, but after they got my hopes up, i almost made it into a show thanks to a producer (Wasilios Kostetsos), security agents kicked me out. I did manage to grab myself 2 free mochas compliments of mcdo and now i am hooked on them. Haggling with pr people is really no fun and hopefully i will not have to go thorough this next season.
I was told i was too late in registering, perhaps this is true, and my portfolio was not good enough, well next season i"ll be ready to handle your handlers. I hope your open bar can handle me.
More on fashion week, but i have 6 minutes remaining. 12 minutes remaining. but still...
to come... shoecrush.com and bottled cosmos... so drunk i let unknown guy on street touch my boobs (well, my latest lust crush wouldn"t)
Jarluxe fundraiser event... My first red carpent event
My tongue suffered 3 rd degree burns eating taco at Cabrito"s (thanks for feeding me).
Met citizen journos who work for huffingtonpost at art gallery and became ecstatic.
Never think you have become too important because you were invited to a red carpet event, you may have to cut your own cheese at another event.
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