Listen,

I get it, I'm not giving enough.

"If you wanna be my blogger, you gotta get with my internet... more than twice a year"

and I understand but like *emotional charged background piano* I have commitment issues. I do, clich'e? very.

But like watevers ok, can we just like slow down and be more casual or watevers.

W mag totes reads my blog and caught the medieval vibe for this super like sickening editorial by Jacob K (oh hayyyyy Jacob). Which I think means I can make a contact once a week when we walk by each other on the way to gym class.

"oh hai guysh *lisp, definitely a lisp* my mom packed me an exshtra pudding or watever if you guysh like want it or watever or not I mean who likesh pudding right? ew carbsh right? ha ha.. ha.. ha.. yolo?"

..........

"pfft hellsh yah you can copy my calc homework!"

I'm still waiting on the new V which I don't know if you heard but has super sexy (hella frost queen) Nicole Kidman on the cover.

 

CHICA- O____O

Also excited to see Mama Carine's new (too good to call it a magazine) fashion book.

 

Which, by the by, the chisme with this whole thing has been daaaaaaaaaaaaaaank.

Conde Nast has been super shiesty enforcing all their exclusive contract deals with talent that was signed on to collaborate with the big Roit.

Super crazy.

I wrote a lot, yes? 

Listen, don't call me for a couple of days. I'm going to uh visit my parents or watevers. I'll text you when uh get back. or watevers.

Byeeeeeee