I Can't Get No Satisfaction
So I watched the soccer on Saturday night too, although I wasn't really watching it so much as it being on as background noise while I intently watched Batman down a 2 litre can of Kirin beer I had bought for him at Lawsons (The World's Best Convenience Store as fas as I am concerned).
So during this, My Biggest Crush - that's right DJ "Style Icon" as mentioned previously - came over to catch up. I thought he wanted his jacket back.
I never realised he smoked before. That's all cool, not a problem. Until I saw the cigarettes he pulled out os his evisu jeans and for the last 2 days "he can't be a man cause he doesn't smoke the same cigarettes as me" has been on repeat in my head. How can someone so cool be dangling an ultra light Virginia slim - make that a menthol too - out of his mouth??? I was devastated. He should be puffing away on Styvie's, and since Mr. Stuyvesent isn't in Japan, then bloody YSLs or someother designer brand. It really made me wince. It's one thing for Naosky, my chick n chic Japanese flatmate to be sucking them down, it's altogether something else for the man of my dreams to be promoting them. I think at that moment he kinda slipped of the pedastal.
But then the next day when I noticed the jacket was still in my wardrobe, I realised he had climbed right back on.