Besties with a Capital B


Besties with a Capital B

We love them. We adore them, at that. We gossip, laugh, cry, hug, share our deepest secrets and at the end of the day we call them our best friends. I’ve always love having a close, tight-knit group of friends who know me better than I even know myself. I trust this group with everything. A mix of guys and girls, those kids KNOW what’s up…even when I have no words. So why blog about this? Because I think that it’s important to shout out the ones you love most. It’s been a trying 4 years, ups and downs-left, right AND center, but they hold me down like no other. Thanks, biffs. You sure know how to put a smile on my face when all I want to do is fall to my knees. I hope everyone’s Halloween was incredible! I enjoyed the Halloween Parade in the East Village, some intense bar-hopping and a BEAUTIFUL sunrise over the skyline- after we snuck onto a hotel rooftop. Slore-Oween 2013 was a success, that’s for damn sure. Night kids, hit me up with questions or requests. I’m going to be starting a seperate blog about certain products I use as a promotional project. Please keep on keepin’ on. I appreciate your e-mails and the contest I informed many of you about is starting MONDAY!!!! Peace and love, pretty kiddies. XOXO




Coffee and Journey. A typical Wednesday night a the Hutch House. I love to listen to my oldies and read blogs online while sitting comfortably in oversized sweats and my ex boyfriend’s hoodie. Fall is glorious for us girls for one reason, and ONE reason only…stolen hoodies. Nothing is more satisfying than sitting around in an ex’s stuff knowing that they want it back. Hell, I have a box labeled “MINE” with hoodies upon hoodies. Sports jackets, sweatshirts, flannel…I’ve got ’em all, and I’m never giving them up. Although, I hate hearing my boyfriend go on and on about how weird it is that I still wear them…and little does he know that I already stole one of his…just in case. Happy Hump Day, kids. I hope your nights are going as well as mine. Also, please message me for information on tickets for Halloween in NYC…$ CAN’T beat that, babes! I’m out. XOXO



Well, kids, it’s that lovely time of year again. The time of year when girls get to parade around with their “knockers” and “cooch” hanging out and it’s socially acceptable in all places (not just strip clubs.) Guys LOVE it but, let’s face it, so do us girls. Sexy cop, firefighter, army girl, nurse, you name it-we can “sluttify” it. New York is a glorious place always but ESPECIALLY during the season of ghouls, goblins and pumpkin spice lattes. We’ve got parades, parties, bar crawls and more…but why can’t we all find some common ground? I went to Ricky’s today to look for a costume..not even that, mostly just parts of a costume and it was like a Victoria Secret semi-annual sale on crack. Screaming, hair-pulling…the all-too-ridiculous “I SAW IT FIRST, HOE!” Needless to say, I was scared. I walked to the back, got what I could find without being subject to a bitch-slapping and ran my terrified butt out of the store. Look ladies, we all like to be THE sexiest woman at any place…but if you’re buying a manufactured costume, chances are, someone else is going to show up in it. So just do me a favor and get it together. Let’s join together and make sexier costumes this year and not kill each other in the process. Plus, the more you beat each other up the more likely a mask will be needed…and that’s just not sexy at all.