I'm sorry, did you want that last bite of caviar?

Well too bad. Cus i ate it.

This month has been a pleasent array of parties and shopping and champagne, i have to say i'm blessed.

I bought a pair of Dries Van Noten all white flats that perfectly matched my cocktail dress. (at about a 6th of their original price)

I had a picnik of mini tarts and cakes from a pricey pastry shop, at which i quenched my thirst with a bottle of expensive fermented champagne.

Did i mention it was raining?

I've spent god knows what on saturday nights, and with my not very secret surprise party this weekend my mother's credit card had practically melted.

Well, it's off to Greece with me this upcoming month.

If i like you, you'll see me again breifly in August.

But it will only be a glimpse. I promise.

Why Yes, I am a foreign Princess

The month of May has rolled around and i am currently in jeopardy of failing art.

No that i'm bad at drawing or painting, cus im not. 

It's because my art teacher is a bitter fuck and is angry that my parents can afford to send me to the school i go to.

Other than that.

I like a boy, the same boy but a different one.

Not the asshole best friend. The real best friend.

I have approximately 18 days to make that happen.

Good thing i have 2 occasions to get intoxicated and lunge for the kill. rawr.

to be honest i dont really know if i want to. 

i wish i was less complicated. fuck my life. 

sometimes, i feel as though life would be easier if i looked like a supermodel with DD appendixes affixed to my chest.

but you know, thats just an impression i get