Like for reals.
So, like, hi. I'd like to welcome you to my rant.
What is up with everyone being so serious? Chillax. Refinery29 is not going to shoot you. And Vogue España isn't here. Breathe. Why are you stilllllll wearing Litas? Quit it. The fact that someone decided to name our mini snowstorm NEMO truly annoys the hell out of me. Why must we name every meteorologic situation? Um, can we quit with the Diet Coke sponsor? How about some food maybe? I'd love to go into the mini fridge and reach for a snack pack with crackers and cheese than another Diet Coke with a fancy straw. Hey, hi, blogger? Stop. This is not the time to break out the weird. Never is a good time actually. Can't we all just get together at a bar and gab about shit like Prabal and Al Wang and Queen Latifah? I'm just trying to party. Oh and Milk Studios will always be the cool kids that you want to hang with but don't know how to hang quite as cool-like. I'll rather be trying to hang there than meld into LC. And lastly, I really wish that NYFW would get back to exclusivity. Just sayin'.