click click click clack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ooh lalalaa

namaste...

where the fuck have i been!? well , i haven't been up to anything that justifies my absence from le blog really . i have been working on my food blog post but its taking super long and is quite embarrassing as I eat bland, ugly shit. I think It'll be done in a week or so but don't hold your breath dear readers. 

Everyone seems to have forgotten there's a pandemic but I've been playing it pretty lowkey since New Hampshire.. I've applied to shitty jobs, not gotten hired, tried to save money, bought stupid shit... same old Meg routine. A week or so ago a lady came up to me in Washington Square Park and asked me if I meditate. I covered my prayer beads and said NO. (honestly I do love to chant . I started bc I read that Courtney Love chants and it sort of became my spiritual thing). She was from the Hare Karishna of NYC, which I've always thought to be super chic but a little scary. Not exactly because of the Beatles phase more so just their 1960s/70s whatever celeb vibe. If you know anything about the NYC Hare Karishna please comment! 

ANYWAYs... I have some EXTREMELY important news!! I got a freaking typewriter bitches! I totally manifested that shit. at first it was just an aesthetics obsession but I actually ended up bringing a real one into my life and I'm in luuuuuuv. How did I manifest such an expensive typewriter ? The secret or some shit... for real. Fake it till you make, baby. My friend "J" knew I was looking for one and just so happened to have a dating app match who is a big typewriter- letter - writer. He asked the match for some tips on how to get started and the match offered to give me his spare! God is everywhere, you just have to trust him.  I met up with this kind, older art- type (he was very very sweet and polished but not pretentious at all) at his apartment in BK and picked up le ROYAL FUTURA 800 typewriter. It even had a glam carrying case. And its fucking pink. I'm going to include my first typewritten blog update below. Let me know what you think. 


Le ROYAL FUTURA 800

LE POST


LE CASE, PLUS CHANEL BAG ET MY NEW COUCH (chic)

HOPEFULLY ONE OF THESE IS READABLE ... BLOGSPOT IS FAB BUT KILLS PIC QUALITY....

I HAVE BEEN PINNING MY WRITING TO THE WALL LIKE A WRITER FOR WRITER VIBES. IM ALSO THINKING OF GETTNG SADDLE SHOES (DONT COPY MOI PLEASE) WHICH WILL COMPLETE THE LOOK ... SORT OF AN ALEXA CHUNG 7 YEARS AGO LUGGING HER TYPEWRITER OUT OF THE ARCTIC MONKEY GUYS APARTMENT AND SHE HAS ON THICK TIGHTS AND A MINI DRESS WITH LOAFERS AND PRETENDS TO READ BUT DOESNT READ AT ALL NOT EVEN MAGAZINE ARTICLES. 
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I'm going to move onto post deux for le day as this one is its own bullshit vibe and the next will have more pics.. I'm tired of being backlogged here on le hipster portal , so you'll have to excuse le mess as i try and catch up.... 

thankyou for reading.
namaste .



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  1. fgfgdNovember 5, 2020 at 1:43 PM

    i grew up on the secret, love to see it in action, congrats on te typewriter

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