#elitestart

New York is incredible, but the weather here never ceases to shock me. 64°F and raining is nowhere near summer weather. It’s mid June and all I want to do is curl up with a cup of coffee.

I’m all for peace and quiet, but things have been a little too quiet around here. It’s almost eerie. I don’t like it. There better not be some big bash that I wasn’t invited to, because a Fabray not being invited is totally unacceptable.

No one hosts a charity luncheon quite like Burberry does. Between Conor Kennedy knocking over the champagne display and the paparazzi sneaking their way in- It was definitely an event I won’t forget. That being said, London was lovely, but it’s good to be back home. 

Puckfasa can hold his booze, but even this stud needs his hungover meds, so if any of you losers feel like swinging by with a stack of cheeseburgers and some fries I wouldn't really complain. Nudes are accepted, too.

If there’s one thing you can be sure of, it’s that work doesn’t know the meaning of the word holiday. If people can’t take a hint that I’m not available to come into the office or to skype into a conference call, that’s their problem. Work hard and play hard.

If only I had a piece of chocolate for every time my mom said I needed to cut my hair I’d have enough chocolate to melt into a lake like Willy Wonka, honestly. Totes annoying if we’re being real.

So I walked into Macy’s today, because I never have been I was curious. They have mannequin’s everywhere. It’s crazy. Anyways, I turned an aisle and banged right into one. That one fell down so before anyone could yell at me, I took over as the mannequin for that spot. I don’t think anyone noticed that I was actually human, right?

After a long time away from home, I’m finally back home and I admittedly missed the classic New York stench. But you know, every girl needs a spa week to clear her head and get back into top shape.