Happy Birthday, Bojan Krkic!
My birthday gifts include celebratory lapdances, infinite fondling &.. that's it.
TGIF!
It's been raining a lot-- the weather alternates between an appreciated Parisian summer's cold to bitter heat. Cue intermittent fevers. Ah-ha, so.. in the span of a week, I've indulged in hours of impromptu hibernation, sneaking chocolate bars for digestion (sssup, menstruation!) and attempting to undress men with made-up superpowers. Fail. It's OK. Patience is virtue. Scattered remains of non-existent social life, F/W wants, The Current Cool List (what is this fag stuff..): (i) new-found revelation: Serge Pizzorno (fuckin' fit mothereffer..) has a fine piece of arse. 30-minute ogling confirms this fact to be true. What's also true, is.. how noneducational, inappropriate and sad this is. Please do yourselves a favor-- pick up a book instead.; (ii) obsession du jour: bad-ass ear pieces, wine lipstains, The September Issue, whites/lace team-up, cuffed pants with oxford brogues, Grecian-esque white frock and.. Science bibles. No kid.; (iii) Champions League group: Chelsea, Porto, Apoel Nicosia (uhuh, I ain't never heard..) and.. dundundun! Atletico Madrid. Let's extricate our meanest bitchface for Kun Aguero for declining to put a ring on it. You son of a.. nah, I can't not love Kun. It doesn't feel natural..; (iv) long-winded hiatus to commence from September onwards. It's time to get serious. SPM, SPM, Yoann Gourcuff, SPM..
[MUSIC] Kasabian - Vlad the Impaler
Dear Chelsea FC lads, a merciless bashing of Burnley followed by visual desserts in the form of undressing self post-goalscoring rampage (top, bottoms.. I ain't got qualms) is the perfect weekend gift. KTBFFH! Up the Blues!
Loud cough!
If a three-win season opening run isn't consequential, I don't know what is. The Kops dropped 6 points, United 3.. it's the seemingly "ideal" clashes that's detrimental, so.. three wins. Three, appreciated, wins. It's nice to get Fulham out of the equation. On to a tricky fixture next; vs. Burnley (cough!) at home turf, with vs. Stoke City away and.. ugh, Spurs at the Bridge. On to life, itself, or whatever's left of it: (i) disregarded the holiness of fasting month (with intense guilt, however) to catch demon-child flick Orphan. Expectations were low. Expectations were exceeded.; (ii) I appreciate life/Astro even more when Bordeaux matches are aired-- euphoria seeped in as I watch Gourcuff's deft legwork score a brace against Nice.. mmm. His shorts were also curiously shorter than his comrades on the greens.. hmm. What? I ain't complaining. The post-match interview was the crown of it all, though. Close-up, haaay!; (iii) holographic fisticuffs with SPM preparations are anchoring me down. It's an imaginary bloodied underground gangfight, and I'm on the losing end. Sigh.; (iv) All-American Rejects 2nd round on Oct 10th, Air Supply on Oct 4th, permissible Ne-Yo (ohh, shut it-- let the girl be) remains in contemplation. Ain't no secret I've mastered the art of excuses and procrastination but.. damn, son! Confusion, confusion.. On the plus side: summer in Australia, mmm..
[MUSIC] Kasabian - Underdog
I Love: Camilla Skovgaard's mules, Christopher kane x Topshop, Olafur Arnalds covering Death Cab for Cutie with a string quartet (effin' mind-blowing), resident Catalan heartbreaker Bojan Krkic's illegal goal, death of the Ackermann for Margiela rumor. Twitter me, bitches!
Oh, Lord..
Bliss, bliss, bliss. SPM trials from August 18th-- Bahasa papers, with consequent English literature. Y'know me, I love writing. Ain't no problem. Na'uh. Besides immersing self in Science bibles and crystal meth.. random things, eat-outs, faggish conversations and eternal shoe contemplation take place. The chances of me delivering groundbreaking news equals the inferior amount of Borat luvvahs. Sad, ain't it! In Roman numerics, because I can't be arsed: (i) brethrens and I are upping our cute status with some awkward bonding over Fantasy Football. Bad week, though. Sigh..; (ii) Man United 0 - 1 Burnley, Chelsea's third comeback with 3 - 1 vs. Hull City (ugh, Darren Bent.. genius cunt) and Tottenham's little surprises. Goddamnit, Defoe!; (iii) shoe contemplation/salivation (cross where appropriate) commence! Am picking up Alice + Olivia's wedge buckled boots for F/W transition, studded platforms for Eid (perhaps, perhaps..) and brogues: done deal. Ropers, oxford wedges up next, si?; (iv) Haider Ackermann's rumored Margiela takeover? Breathing abilities halt. I love Ackermann. Ackermann in Margiela? Yes, please. I rooted for Raf Simons, too.; (v) fasting month = frugal month. Le sister is attempting to install Suze Orman's motto in me: "You spend money to impress people you don't even know and like." Fucked-up lesbian. Self-satisfaction is the word. Ya hear, Suze?! On the other side of the world, it's.. anxious vibes for Hussain Chalayan x PUMA, Dasha Zhukova's first issue for POP, Chelsea vs. Fulham on the weekend, Godsent solitude and.. sigh, books. Education is the dictator.
[MUSIC] Portishead - Only You
Glen Johnson's effin' genius finish: Goal of the Season 08/09.
but I dig David Bentley's 4o-yard curler more, mhm..
one of the best EPL games: Arsenal 4 - 4 Liverpool.
out of topic, but grr.. you sexy son of a bitch! (Krkic got guns!)
Bald-headed Revelation Award: Stephen Ireland.
heartbreaking things: Newcastle relegation. Sad stuff, man..
forget EPL, Chelsea 4 - 4 Liverpool in the CL is EPIC.
Loud cough.
Awkward mid-week phase.. sigh. I ain't no fan of the intermission, but.. impending weekend elation restores a lil bit of patience. Kasabian, Premier League (ugh, sad face-- missing opening Chelsea vs. Hull City match..) and permissible cellphone replacement. The lass lost her cellphone at the previous weekend's editorial shoot-- God knows how, who.. me translating sadness is a one-off moment. Ephemeral emo phase. Kohl-smudged lids non-inclusive. In Roman numerics: (i) Sunday morning's shoot: great. Wait for the outcome, si mañanas? Yes, I'm multilingual.; (ii) oestrogen overpowering: permissible fuschia/magenta pile-ons for MTV World Stage. Paul suggested a cut-out monokini but err.. No, Paul. No thanks. Ugh, please do "Shoot the Runner". And.. Serge and I share the same birthdate! Ain't we cute, now?; (iii) testosterone rants: Bos' potential switch to Bayern Munich-- excuse me? Shit idea! Unibrow>Branislav. And, this shit rumor. C'mon now-- ain't getting it. I remain sweating over the fact the African Nations Cup (overlooked, goddamnit!) would kidnap a couple of our chocolate-colored men. Remember Essien's knee incident? Uhuh, that. Worried.; (iv) ain't no surprise, but besides pimping my weekday anthems-- I am an Air Supply fan to the core. Off to see 'em on October 4th!
[MUSIC] Kasabian - Reason is Treason
Congratulations, boys; penalties aren't our Achilles' heel, eh? Evra freekick = Del Piero's epic fail.
