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No exclusive at Prada.

A couple of people at Prada really like me, but when I went in there today for the casting for the exclusive they made me try on some pants. I though they fit, but apparently my legs are too big... like too much muscle in the thigh area.

Then when I call the agency they were like "Don't worry, the casting director..." (who I have yet to meet) "... and the stylist really like me so I might get to do there show"

In other words "we like you, no we don't, we like you, no we don't...."

So it looks like this will be more of an adventure and less of a money making experience. The worst part is nobody I hang out with wants to go for a nice meal tonight... wtf? "oh I don't want to get fat" fuck you, when will one nice meal make you fat? well maybe a little fat, but thats not the point, it will taste better then pasta and sauce from a jar.


Went to get a month pass today, the guy handed me lots of paperwork, all I filled in was my name and age, and handed it back. He looked at me, pointed at the rest, I shook my head and shrugged, then he laughed and filled in the rest with random stuff and gave me the monthly pass. So my debit card doesn't work here only at cash machines.


Another slow weekend in Milano... I think I might sneak out to the alps one weekend and go DH mountain biking...