I need an assistant. Come to think of it, sis is unemployed… she does owe me for all of the fantastic sex kitten hair I have crafted for her over the years… anyhoo…
I feel like I have NOTHING to say.
No new drama with the ex.
No new boys to write home about.
No bachelorette parties to report on.
If you are still reading, which I highly doubt you are, heeeeeeelp.
If you have ever asked me anything, and I have either 1. forgot to answer or b. still have your email in my inbox with a big pink star next to it saying ANSWER, then now is your chance.
We are gonna get to the bottom of some things. A lot of you may be wondering “what happened to the guy that sent you the clutch”…. or “do you ever talk to Reed anymore…” or “how do you paint your nails so perfectly by yourself…” or even “how much do you weigh…”
Scrrrrrrrrrrr. I ain’t answering that one chics. You gotta be outta your mind.
but you get the point. If there is something you wanna know, like how I organize my panty drawer, then go for it. It is all free game.
Make me proud girls. I might even vlog some of them. Over wine. IONO. whatever strikes my fancy.
For now I’m back to Modern Family, my facemask, and some pinot.