Milan, March 23, 2011
Dear my wonderful and griffatissimo diary
after we canned for several months, I finally decided to confide to you my innermost thoughts.
Among us it was love at first sight, I know, I saw you in the window, the one of Via Montenapoleone, and I could not resist ... so glam with your multicolor LV and at the same time, so elegant and refined metal inserts with your gold! What a story romantic ours! Also because I had to fight to get you! While I admired you, the sure hand of a vendor was to get out of the window and I immediately knew you were the last and that the enemy was upon us. Immediately, I rushed inside the shop and I saw you in the hands of a Japanese woman. The store was so crowded, I nonchalantly approached the counter where my opponent was considering, along with many other articles (the Japanese are able to spend a lot of money in less than five minutes ...). Pretending to look at the keychain that were underneath the glass counter, waited for him to support you and moving a few meters to get a bag and Zacchi, I grabbed and walked safely from a seller who was near the cash (behavior a bit eccentric to be taken from Louis Vuitton, where generally they who bring the purchase to the cashier ... In fact he looked a little crooked, and probably have thought that I believe to be, as I know, in an outlet ... but who cares!), telling him that I wanted, I state that I did not need any gift and stating that I was in a hurry! As my credit card in the machine crawled, begged him to come out immediately the receipt (Saturdays you never know!) And it did, thank goodness, I signed my decided and here, you I paid and no one would have split up! The Japanese!? He had already forgotten about you, not even noticed you were gone, I think ... Think that would hand over if it was not for me!
got home, I actually suffer due to the sermon of my husband, that there was no need to have an agenda that cost hundreds of euro, when, close to year end, we were full those given away by banks and other possessions (nice stuff !!!!).
Dear Diary, what the heck! It's late and I have not told me anything, my life, to this day ... I have no more time and you just say that today my feet are broken because of my new Gucci shoes. I took a number less, because my was gone, and I adore ... the clerk told me that they would soon be extended, but the only What is my poor little Tiny dilated right, red as a cherry!
you tomorrow, my dear!
Lucrezia
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