Nine states, seven days. I don’t want this to end.
Vegas is quite entertaining when I can drink an Eiffel tower margarita, ride rollercoasters, see Elvis everywhere, find jackalopes, dealers were some of the weirdest characters, lay pool side, watch a magic show, blow trees, pay way too much for everything, live inside a pyramid for a couple nights, watch a water show, pretend to be in Paris, it truley is adult Disneyland. Yet, I can’t...
Although I only spent 24 hours there, I really am in love with Austin. The night life was ridiculous, so diverse on 6th street with themed dive bars, tattoo shops, night clubs, cyclists, and everyone partying in the middle of the street. During the day I got directed to south congress St. to a bunch of sweet vintage shops and boutiques. Miss it already, can’t wait to come back.
There’s a large difference between sunkissed skin and looking like nuclear waste spilled on your face. Stop spraying your skin with Cheeto’s dust, orange isn’t a good look for you.
Cougars, panthers, and martinis oh my!
Something about American culture beautifying women in their 40’s mid life crisis’ is really grossing me out. It’s called 40 because it’s not 20. I don’t have anything against older women, in fact I’m excited to eventually journey there. But acting as scandalous as a girl fresh out of college with a Botox infected face gives me the creeps.
Not the first time I’ve had a dream about Michael Meyers trying to kill me.
PARIS — Goodbye runway: Hello Internet. Karl Lagerfeld will not show his signature collection during Paris Fashion Week and is instead readying a new “masstige”…
Seriously, fuck birds.