Ok, I'd say it's time to return to a bit Paciugo 'on this poor blog. Are been absent in recent times and at least you've followed up some quick twitter / confused about exactly what was happening to me you probably thought I had abandoned the now coveted and crowded field of blogging to let someone else more suitable for me but not so quiet. There's just been a series of events that I had been reduced more or less like this:
After a rather vicious fashion week, not so much for fashion as for partys, add a traumatic start university with its thesis-statement of the argument on which I'd rather hang two or three coats of MaxMara (but those heavy heavy heavy) and have it lie there for ever-a punctual bad season, and a pair of work to do, that's the end I felt I had passed over two or three trucks (Such as ones that are carrying the counterfeit belts D & G) and the effect of my brain scan was more or less this.
Maison Martin Margel SS 2011
Here I have also taken up the habit of kilometric sentences do not make sense. Then go to the point. From now expect other Paciugo. Point.
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