It's been a couple days since I left my house, this past week has been a downer, but there were some highlights. Like, going to physical therepy because of my car accident, or when the baby I had to watch threw up on my YSL sneakers, or when I met Nimka on Skype and pretended I was in heaven with her. Oh wait no, the last one was just an ecstact trip... Anyways, all I can do was reflect on how hectic 2015 was for me. I scroll through my Facebook, all these posts jump out at me. I got myself into a lot of shit and basically became the Iggy Azalea of Dollywood, I really couldn't post something without a whole army of people taking offense at stuff I did. I mean I can't really say much, I fueled the fire.

    Getting back on topic of my week being a downer, I feel super sick, like keeling over with a blaring headache every 5 seconds sick. I have cried like 1000 times this week, I am super stressed. Today I have to run all over downtown Denver to scout for some models for upcoming events. Rozalia, and I are still scheduling photo shoots, and hiring stylists for editorials for Essential. I feel bad, I have probably made that sweet girl pull her hair out at least 10 times. It's a good thing she is so patient!

    One thing that has crossed my mind recently is The Greatest Graphic Designer's second season. I've been on 5 mind cleansing trips to find inspiration for tasks, it was useless, but it still was freaking awesome to travel the world! I went to Rio, which isn't so peaceful unless you drop 15,000,000 stardollars on a private island, and Japan, which is actually beautiful but still hectic unless you become a hermit and live in the mountains for 1 whole week which I won't, ew, I am from L.A. I also tried Austria, but I couldn't eat the food, it was hella nasty. I spent probably the price of 10 days at the MGM Grand, on Starbucks. Oops.

    I guess I must have sat down for to long looking through my phone because it was snowing, and pitch black at 6 p.m. I get into my Subaru Br-Z and head home, which is like 30 minutes away. I turn on my radio, and low and behold my jam comes on. Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots, it's my anthem of how the day is going might I add. I love that song so much. As you can tell I get so off track so fast. I look through my schedule, tomorrow Kadet and Kaszmir are meeting me at the Essential Studio in L.A so I have to board a plane at 4:30 in the morning!

Wish we could turn back time (time)

To the good old days

When my mama sang, us to sleep

and now we're...