LE PROZAC BIRTHDAY
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