Corie Bratter

Cri loves: Pistache Ice Cream. Negroni Sbagliato. Bright Sky Evenings. RedBull. Summer Storms. Green T-Shirts. Camdem Town. Milano Laghi motorway toward Sesto Calende. Skinny Jeans - with no muffin top. Armani's white trousers. Coming out from fitting room and buying eveything you've tried. Surprises. Kisses. Hugs. Sleeping together. Winnie Pooh. Loud Music. Ligabue. James Blunt. Smiling with the eyes. The sandwich after clubbing. Driving for hours. The sea, during winter. Dancing all nite long. Sky-high heels. My Silver Tiger. Shopping. Milan. Leaving for the week end. Luxembourg, when you look from Um Bock. Puttin shoes in order. Organizing parties. Bubble baths: Cri hates: Sluts - calling themselves friends. Lies. Insomnia. Slaps. The awful white sauce on the salad. Who screams. Selfishness. Pot Belly. Freaking out. Bans. Rum&Coca. Barbie. Girlfriends in Italy. Coming back at 4 am during the working week. The week ends spent sleeping. Ferrarelle. Looking for a parking. Who hates Milan. Who stoops to compromises. Lining up at the counter. Remaining without money. Coming out from the garage by car. Cement panettones. Wind. Humidity in the hair. Feeling empty. Cobblestones when you have high heels. Purging. Orange colour.