Today for You, Tomorrow for Me


21872_236695264541_500434541_3185794_3716723_nThere are times when the world seems so small it could collapse right before my eyes. But the world isn’t small at all, maybe it’s just my world that is. I’ve been in love, I’ve been in lust, I’ve been rich, I’ve been poor…at the end of the day though, I have always been happy. Sure, I bitch and moan with the best of ’em but what are the good times worth without the bad? This picture is from back home; living in my parent’s house with a warm bed and an abundance of love. Some days I wish I could turn back time and relive those special, precious moments. I’m blessed to have two healthy and incredibly supportive parents, but I miss them. Being so far away makes me feel so lost sometimes. I would kill for a hug and a smile from them both. The reassurance they give me is unlike anything else I’ve ever felt. How do parents do this? I empathize so dearly with those who have no parents, or one parent, or even one or two parents who couldn’t give a rat’s ass about them. I would surely not be the woman I am today without my father’s stern but loving grip and my mother’s advice and undying support. I wish that anyone who was not so fortunate could have what I have. That’s why I’m starting a campaign. It’s called, ” Family Love” and it is a monthly family field day to raise money for adoption centers so that loving, willing parents can adopt children who have nowhere to go. If you are interested in donating, helping or you just want more information please e-mail me at the address: YOUR support could change lives…forever. The field day is taking place in Central Park at the end of the month, so if you live or frequent the NY area PLEASE come show your support. Even a dollar could help.

Twitter Litter


Angela Hutchings (@AH_ForTheRecord) tweeted at 6:03 AM on Tue, Nov 05, 2013:
Calling him nonstop to make sure “he’s ok” while in the bathroom..while outside the door…lurking..#WhyYourRelationshipEnded

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Green-Eyed Girls



We don’t have a Morrison song…but we do have soul-crushing eyes that see everything. I’m always told that my eyes are mesmerizing and I’ve got to be honest, I didn’t always rock them like I do now. I wanted blue eyes, I thought green was ordinary. Now, however, I love my emerald eyes. I can safely say they are one of my favorite attributes. Eyes are the gateway to the soul, and I believe that with every part of my being. My eyes are vibrant and piercing much like I consider myself, and how others label me now, as well. They are a part of you that nobody else in this world has. They are unique and special, breaking hearts and ruining lives. Women have made empires crumble, wars break out, men lose their minds and changed the world. How, you may ask. Eyes. How freaking invigorating, right?! So rock out with your hawks out, ladies. Own your eyes, no matter WHAT color. Feel like starting a revolution? Just smile and gaze into a man’s eyes…you never know who will weaken in the knees.

Wake n Make It Happen


Good Morning, Bloggers! November 2nd already and the weather here in NY is fantastical. 😉 So here’s the skinny, I’m hosting a “Make It or Break It” contest. Basically, comment/email me photos and a brief caption of you doing something intense! Now,everyone has a different level of fear and excitement so it can really be anything! My example will be posted later today after it is FINALLY achieved…HOORAY! First 3 to post win prize baskets and first place receives a customized t-shirt by #wrappedupinleather and a prize basket worth of $250! Like and follow for more info and for some kick-ass brownie points 😉 enjoy, kids. Go out there and DO IT!

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.