I sent out the invitations this afternoon, with the dress code being Haute Couture. I'm hoping that the date isn't too early, and everyone can attend. It's two months away, and I'm looking for my outfit. Maybe I'll design my own, who knows. Two months seems too early to be preparing an outfit, but when it's your own event and you want to slay, it's never to early. I've sent out the announcement through my blog, and I've been contacting graphic designers.

"Manda are you done? We're off in 5 minutes!"
I heard my manager's noisy voice echoing in my ears.
Don't get me wrong, I love my manager, he'd been at my side for so many years, but in moments like these I could literally smack him.

I rolled my eyes, god, we've only been on set for thirty minutes.Luckily, I just finished shooting my new editorial, otherwise I would have needed to come here again - and taking a look at my timetable, who knows when that could have been.

Though, I have to admit, that's my own fault. I chose this stressful life in work and luxury and now I have to get along with it.

No lie, five minutes later, I hugged the photographer and said goodbye to the whole crew before we left the appartment.
It is always delightful to work with Lullih, she's one of the best. I can't wait to see until the editorials come out. Backstage, I could already have a sneak peek at some of the photos and I have to say, they turned out amazing.

For sure, we already decided on a winner, but that will remain a secret until we go live on air to praise our final Topmodel.

Furthermore, I unfortunately had to cancel my today's appointment with Sophie Love due to both our very tight schedules. She is one of Dollywood's top designers and a dear friend of mine, it is always a pleasure to work with her but right now she's totally overbooked.
That's why we also sat together last week, planning my latest look for the Black Beauty event.

"Give me all you've got, I wanna look like a pastel flower fairy princess."

Was all I told her to custom-design my look.

She came up with the best sketch ever. Thanks to Sophie, I looked truly stunning, the details were striking, I always knew she would be one of the top. Her talent is infinite.

The next second, I was hopping into my car.
I first of all put off my beautiful, fury vest, checked my makeup and fixed my hair. I put my baby Céline next to me on the other seat and glanced at the newest issue of ALLURE. Checking the cover for I believe the houndredth time, it still filled me with joy. I was honored to be the Summer's Covergirl, one of my nicest experiences ever.

Reading the interview with Bianca, I had a total throwback. Back in Summer 2015 we talked about the huge show of MMM. Now it was February 2016.
I really had to hurry up with the finale of Manda's Model Mission.
I could still get a tamper tantrum everytime I think about the stupid crew that brought the whole electricity of the hall to shut down. Along its power, we lost everything.
The electrical short-circuit deleted all files I've been working on, eliminated all effects the technology team created and worst deleted all appointments, meetings and delivery dates concerning the Finale.

Therefore, I stood upon a huge amount of work, I had to re-set and delay all dates with the press, I had to re-order all the designs and clothes and everything else concerning the preparations for the show had to be re-newed.

And what happened to my crew? I fired them all. Now I've got a new, trustworthy and hard-working crew, so nothing, not even the slightest thing, can go wrong anymore.

When I sat in the car, I immediately dialed Sophie's number. I didn't have the chance to thank her in person yet for the amazing dress, so I facetimed her.

After some time of chatting and gossiping, Sophie told me about that Vitamin D she got last night and I told her about my stupid ex-boyfriend who suddenly started trying to contact me again.

"Such a douche. Well, suck his d*ck a last time, then leave him rottening on the streets." She advised me. I laughed.


 After rambling some more with her we made a plan for an appointment some time soon. Then we hang up.

Some seconds later, I visited my social networks. My notifications were on fire.
My outfit from Black Beauty was a total hit, everyone seemed to like it, I even got featured in several Best-Dresseds, my phone was lightening up non-stop.

Scanning through the likes, I could also see that my annoying ex-boyfriend liked my pic and commented some stupid ass heart emojis underneath. *EW*

What a desperate hag. I could tell it would only be seconds until he'd write me a message... because that's what they always do. 

*BLING* - and I was right... of course.
Opening his message, I was internally cringing. I didn't know whether to vomit or spit right at the spot but then again I didn't want to ruin my new Céline babygirl bag.

Being in jail has opened my mind, I learn new things everyday, like how to do smoke two cigarettes at a time and how to pee without taking a seat in any toilet.

This week I had the opportunity to meet Tara Dragonet, a transgender female who was first sent to a men's prision and now she got transfered to this female's. 

Her story begins when she committed fraud against Dollcrosoft for stealing their software and developing a hack tool that allowed her to go into some houses' security systems and disable the alarms so that burglars could break into the homes of the wealthiest people in Stardoll, one of the most famous cases of robbery was the one of Jcheechoo, who lost an estimate of 1.2 million dollars in handbags and fur coats.

Her knowledge about fashion is plenty, we have had amazing conversations about major designers and brands, she got an invitation for the first Fashion Week ever held on Stardoll but she couldn't attend because she was told not to, since police was looking for her already. I told her when we come out I will do a collaboration for Euphoria with her.

I feel like my lip fillers are starting to disappear and I need a touch up before I start looking like trash again. I just want to get out of here, I wonder if Alex will ever pay my bail...

To be continued...

Nine months... only nine months have passed by since the last time I saw a pair of Christian Louboutin stillettos, I can barely remember the scent in my Kat Von D "Bow & Arrow" liquid lipstick, I smell my Poison by Dior perfume between this crap sheets I am sleeping in, Heroes by David Bowie is playing in the radio and all I can think of is my career, my money, my "new" Beverly Hills villa, my Bentley, my boyfriend. Everything I had is left behind, and everyhing I was doesn't exist anymore.

At least I had glitter on during my mugshot

I have only 11 months left in this place out of the twenty I was condemned for, of course I've had the chance to meet new people, like this girl, Thais Gonzales, who was sentenced for murdering her boyfriend after he was caught giving a BJ to her step-brother, disgusting. Or this bitch, Sophie Mallett, a 60-year-olded hooker from Stardoll Downtown, she keeps playing with her nipples all night long and mumbling John Travolta's name.

The food here is made out of crap, yesterday I had a crap Chili, and the day befor eyesterday I had the same crap Chili, and two days ago I had the same thing, it's been a month since we ate something different, Could they at least give us some carb-free meals? I swear I don't fit in my vintage Lacroix coat anymore.

I wish any of you were never in the need to use this hideous toilets full of dirt, I never seen something so gross in Earth like ever, I always have to watch my bed before sleeping because you can easily wake up to cockroaches on your feet, my worse nightmare, oh and can we have a moment and speak about the little rats that play all day long in our cell? They so funny, I love how one of them doesn't have an eye but still manages to attack the other ones and bite them tails!

However, I got a message on my private email account. Earlier this week I was asked to 'talk' to a fan who had some interest in interviewing me for a magazine, so looking into it further I'd agreed only to be met by this:

What does she really want me to say? It's not like it's a big secret about who was who and who wasn't in the scene, but to blatantly make a claim that she'd like to put into practice the very art form of elitism made me raise a brow or two. "Something to find out and know their gift of art..." there are just some things that cannot be taught and those who are taught are nothing but fame whores at that. I feel as if others should do their research, which she must have to some degree or another, before they seek out others asking for the tea. I wonder if she works for a gossip blog... I can't help but think so. Or maybe she's just a fan. Either or, both entities are annoying as shit.

In the mean time, I went on about my party that Nimka was holding. I met a lot of new faces and caught up with some old friends of mine, and although I had a hard time getting into the event (the bouncers were turning away quite a bit of people before I could successfully and harmlessly be allowed into the VIP lounge a.k.a Nimka's 'ice cream factory'). 

 I just wonder what all of these annoyances are going to build up to...

-xoxo Ashley

I want to cry so bad at this point but seems like my limo just arrived to pick me up.

---30 minutes later---