The gusticos guilty pleasure are those that you see when no one sees you. Or do you think nobody is watching. My dad is those people who buy a box of Chiclets Addams, breaking the cellophane and gets a twelve gum. What the hell does with much glucose in the mouth do not know but I like it. Some become hobbies such as women and creams. I like not being a woman for that. I hate cream. I have always broken lips because I hate the chap stick.
These are my top guilty pleasures :
- Song. I'm addicted to singing. I sing when I wake up, when I bathe, in the car, brushing my teeth. If I see someone else sing, I paste your song and I vary the melody. Voice command notes of songs no matter what may one day be used against me. What hurts me most is that 9 out of 10 of my friends say I sing Malaz. Yo, I want to be the next American Idol, singing badly. But I'm not interested. I am of those people who go with the four windows down, throwing notes to his lungs. The male version of Nina , the dame of solsito (and my editor).
- The Toronto : I can with them. Venezuela is the best invention there and I think that we should declare heritage for humanity. If anyone wants to see me happy, but I have to give away a bag of these chocolates. If I want to pull ball, I sell by a box.
- bath: I'm the reason why there is no water in Caracas. I am of those who can not wait for hot water, which is why there are bathrooms in my house that are banned. Where I shower, goes instantly and I can stay there for hours.
- bloopers on You Tube View : My favorites are the news and marriages. View as a priest drops a wafer within the noble breasts of the bride, and he reaches over to pick it up, is enough for me to sleep happy. I can spend hours on it.
- browse journals: I am a dame in hairdressing. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to sleep on a sofa with seventeen magazines beside me. Marketing studies would not know how to qualify: I feel the Esquire, the Hello!, National Geographic, Climax, UB, and Architectural Digest and me all the joy. I bought it online but Vanity Fair is my sanctuary. They have the best portfolio by Annie Leibovitz. And we love Annie Leibovitz.
- Smoking: A disgrace because it is old fashioned but I really love smoking.
- sleep in the middle of my bed : I discovered that I will never able to be with a partner the day I realized that I have a preferred side of the bed. Mine is like the Sun King: the mere means. There with four pillows to myself. That being robbed Savannah is a disaster. When I sleep with someone, I'm a case study. I do a niche in a corner and do not move. Unfriendly or unsafe but the truth is that when I'm alone in my sheets Savannah, I am quite happy (note: this obviously changed at some point).
- Infomercials: Never in my life I've bought something on television but it is entertaining as one can make us all feel we need a particular product. Translations are so ridiculous - "of reprontooo" - which is very difficult for me to change a channel. My favorite so far was an artifact that stung garlic. The ad began: "Attention garlic lovers!" Who the hell is a garlic lover?
- The Coca Cola: The other day I tweeted the Coca Cola Company of Venezuela to say that I was his fans. Groupie was the moment I've had in my life. When I responded, I slept happy that day. No whiskey I beat up a Coca Cola well served. A lot of ice and a slice of lemon (chopped by Josefa because she says I'm a dull).
- Twittering : it is sickening how much I love Twitter. In my home are worried. They call me "El Niño key." It is my favorite escape the comment to live such a situation the Oscars, the royal wedding, party or an awards show. That is one of the disadvantages of the blog. By the time I'll write a note on anything today, as I said on Twitter. That's why it's perfect. Stalkeo people as a terrorist, because I like some think that does not necessarily follow. Sometimes it is richer reading a Time Line as a blog waiting to see what was happening to someone else .-
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