Coming Soon: Hot chocolate inspired clothes. Or something.

Last night I made a tick on my arm every time I took a shot. You know, to keep track.

I woke up this afternoon on my floor using a cardigan for a blanket. My arm looked like this:

That's when I realized I wasn't hung-over, I was still drunk.

Now all I want to do is blog about fashion

but I have to write a silly ten page paper about my subjected Cuban people. What? yeah.

::Addendum::

Dear Marc Jacobs, I love you. Love, Perica