The new and unimproved me
I’ve been gone for what seems like forever. Joe Coscarelli and Nate Freeman told me it was no content August, but really my love life was in shambles and I wasn’t partying and it wasn’t a death anniversary, so I didn't even have content to keep from everyone. I shattered a glass at the Givenchy fashion week party and a girl in a Zara dress told me I didn’t belong there. I brushed shoulders with Venus Williams and Frances Tiafoe at the GQ party and accidentally screamed when my flash went off. I tripped Jordan Barrett in my tabis at the Foo and Foo after party and, finally, I k-holed at the dimes square reality tv show premiere party to wrap up two weeks of pure hell in a handbag. (Do peep the credits. I got my first IMDb line for literally texting and asking Aisa to let them film at Oliver.)
It felt like time for a reset after that so this week I dropped out of grad school and quit my job within 24 hours of each other. I thought I would go to Paris Fashion week to celebrate / find some random bit of work to do, but remembered while booking flights, that I’m meant to be in Minneapolis for a wedding smack in the middle of it. I had a room at Grand Amour ready, but it’ll be pickleball at a cidery over Pucci in Pigalle for me.
It all sounds chaotic I’m sure. But, truth be told, I’m feeling pretty good. I just need to find a credenza for my living room and a floor lamp that doesn’t make me wince and I think my literary career will skyrocket. It’s all pretty eat, pray, love over here at the moment.
I’m under NDA at my job or else I would tell you the horrors of has-been Hollywood. My love life is under NDA as well, but what I can say is I’m celebrating bisexual awareness week just the same as all of you.
Every wall in my new apartment is cement and we’re having a really hard time hanging things up. I can’t decide whether to throw away this arrangement of dried flowers I’ve carried through 3 apartments. It holds no sentimental value and it’s not a great bouquet, but I can’t let it go. I keep seeing Bella Hadid’s boyfriend around, but no queen in sight. Emma told me I was an agent of chaos, but I really do think I always have good intentions. She predicts big life changes sooner rather than later.
Kiss kiss. Maybe I’ll pick this thing back up again with all my new found free time.