je suis DEPRESSED AF !!!!!!!!!!


FEELING DEPRESSO AF.
 too depresso to blog really. 

major drama and epic let downs at the dmv today really brought my loserness to an epic level. sometimes i really eff my life up. like the worst aspects of my personality and prob mental inllness-vibe do so much fucking damage to my life it literally takes months and years to try to make up for my worst phases and moments... but i cant be bothered to explain the ongoing fiascos im dealing with right now, its painful and boring. maybe another time. probz never. 

anywayz..... i worked two jobs since last weeks blog so i've been fake busy and def not documenting shit cuz my work outfits SUCK. so ill just share wut i've got thats recent and some pics from probz the last month or so  that never made it on le blog.  Ive been mega anti social and its cold as fuck and thers snow and its covid so this is basically all i've done in terms of fun in the past 4 weeks. plus a little cheapskate shopping. watever. 

ill be back v v soon so to my rare, loyal readers: dont freak. bisou bisou. comme ci comme ca. blabla. 



when i showed up to the dinner, late, just in time for le leftovers: cold crepe, caviar, and a borscht martini. and a second borscht martini. and a horseradish vodka shot.......................................




when I smoked a cig and took a little drive in Miss I's friends car in a fab coat ................................



when I began (what I now realize to be) the ill-fated part of a night that will never get talked about on le blog......................................................



when my friend was flexing...............................................

when i made a guest bed chez moi...........................................................................
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when i took a litty selfie chez moi...............................................

when it snowed.........................................

when i picked up some swag on St Marks......................................


and Today, when i made a depresso feast of kale-feta salad avec Takis plus diet coke....................
(fyi heres my recipe: buy small, fake healthy salad at deli or grocery. dump small bag of takis ontop)


well thats it bitches.

see you soon with better vibes, god willing,.

namaste. world peace. oui oui. 



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