Mauricio: what u up to? Bryanboy: I’m bored. I’m connecting tags on my pieces. Wanna see my tags? Mauricio: Yes. Mauricio: did you do the big is beautiful post? Bryanboy: not yet. the plastic tags are about as big and as thick as a credit card. think designer authenticity cards or hotel keys Mauricio: those look more expensive than your pieces. LOL. Mauricio: kidding.
I know, I know, silence is defeaning so I thought I’d pop in a few words here and there because a shitload of you visit my website several times a day.
I’m currently on a fucking roll and I have NEVER been productive in my entire life. I’ve finished the template of the Narcisse website (www.narcissebybryanboy.com) and I’m now working on the internal pages. I’m determined to launch Narcisse hopefully this weekend.
Just hang in there!
Please? I’m begging you.
It won’t be long until my foul mouth bombard you with expletives. Who knows, it could be in a few hours.
Bryanboy.com - MCPO Box 2044, Makati City 1250, Philippines
Send me postcards! Send me letters! Unless you’re from Fendi, Hermès or the like, don’t bother sending me gifts because the bastards at customs will probably charge me taxes more than what you spent on it. Give me money instead. Haha!
I love you all! I’m gonna update the site in a few hours.
I’m exhausted!!!! It’s Thursday already and I can’t believe the weekend is just around the corner.
My dad is right — time is definitely the ultimate luxury in this world. Why can’t I have the luxury of time? I am literally swamped with projects to the point where I don’t even have time for MYSELF.
I can’t even remember the last time I had a facial and a peel. What, two weeks ago? Oh I don’t know. My skin is seriously fucked up. I’m growing yet another acne farm and my all my nails are crappy. I also owe myself a good massage. I can’t believe I’m neglecting myself for the sake of work but there’s just so many things to do, so many commitments to fulfill and so many promises to keep.
I’m sooo overwhelmed with projects I need a Cacee Cobb in my life!
You see, my Mexican buddy Mauricio L. is my personal Rachel Zoe, CaCee Cobb, Leslie Sloane-Zelnick (aka Spinderella) and Elliot Mintz all rolled into one. He’s been extremely supportive over the past 2 years that I’ve known him. He’s always on my beck and call at times of need. For instance, when I tell him I’m fat on one of my never ending self-pity tirades, he’ll immediately recommend that I stick 3 fingers down my throat and get into cocaine abuse ASAP.
Mauricio is a godsend but I need someone local. Someone who’s willing to buy my iced cafe lattes at Starbucks or my large vanilla ice blended at Coffee Bean & Tea faster than Eunice can. I’m kidding.
I think it’s time for me to get a real assistant. I have a virtual assistant who works for me and we’re both swamped with projects outside my little Bryanboy.com stint. I have a day job too — prostitution is no laughing matter. I have sooo many customers I need to service on a daily basis and it’s sooo hard being a human sperm bank.
Do you want to be my personal CaCee Cobb? More information after the jump…