sup! sup! suppy readerzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!! bonjour! a bitch has been back in le lower east side for a week now and i've been busy as a mf. Now im not saying I want to lead a totally meaningless existence... but i effing hate being busy!!!!! like... i had four meetings last week. what le fuck. its not that i dont care about creative output at allll... but hello that's what the blogs for....! anyways, what did I wear to le meetings? Jean shorts. extremely micro, white, jean shorts. Balance, peepz. Cant go all pro pro at once, ya gotta juxtapose if you want to be chic AF. And despite my new hustler lifestyle - i managed to compile an epic list of my top ten fashion purchases from the past ten (ish) years(as requested in le comments). Annnnnd i logged some cutie outfits (most of which include le white jean shorts) and a lil decor update! blablabla.. bla bla. MEG'S TOP TEN FASHION ITEMS FROM LE PAST TEN(ish) YEARZZ!!!!!!!!!! 10. LOUIS VUITTON STEPHEN SPROUSE SPEEDY...
EATING DISORDER DINNER PARTY/PSEUDO REHAB/GOT HIT BY A CAB/ A NEW YORK SUMMER CLASSIC. Ello blog. Ive been doing awful bla bla bla bla but Im still le best effing writer in nyc. le depressive bulimic episode got so bad that I had to come clean to my parents. We met at an Italian restaurant on west 48th street above an empty salsa club for le big occasion. I wore a vintage coat made of lite fabric with gold sailor suit accents. I always feel confident in nautical-wear. AHOY!!!! I waz in such a vommit brain fog I couldn't tell what shoes I wore (which is extremely unusual for moi, I typically have a photographic memory of all my outfits, if i cant remember you or somethging you told moi: just tell me what i was wearing when it went down). Le week prior to le dinner, I pulled a classique moi and texted a confession spiral to my dad. Poor guy. He'd been mad I'd been over-drafting all my bank accounts recklessly. I had no excuses left. I'd spent le past 6 or so months...
ELLO BLOGGGGG. As Is le tradition in meg world: I've cancelled le birthday party. I seem to only make it to le pity party when it cumz to my special day. I'm sure its an issue with self loathing, or self destruction, or maybe its a toxic plea for even more attention. But usually I love to throw those kindz of issues in a tumbler with vodka and diet coke, and drink it till i have le best night ever. Turmoil is great rager fuel. But on my birthday I think I tend to just go Cray isolation mode. I'd def be a runaway bride. Or a hide away bride. This year I told moi-self that I'm getting too old to not celebrate moi-self. But after kicking off le month of May with an exhausting week of moving and socializing like my life depended on it (I hit le Marc Jacobs party, le avenue A dives, a private dinner at Christies, le Chelsea hotel, a rando recording studio, and obv flung moi-self down canal street to dimes square barz).... I HIT A MEGA WALL. A MEG WALL. typical. I convinc...
What a beautiful collection of dolls you have. The one with a black and white knit outfit is my fav
ReplyDeletethank you! i made her outfit myself. her name is princess lady diana camilla mae west.
Deleteyour room is......heart eyes +_+ gives me hella inspo!!!!!!
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