How do I even begin to start blogging about New Year's in Miami? Maybe I don't even try. Maybe I just compile the entire month of December... I mean, it's been a great fucking month. You guys, come on! So much love, little time. The flix runneth over. More to come. Trust.
It's family time!!! Sneakin donuts on the train. I ain't mad at that. I had to go all the way to Brooklyn to find my high school sweatshirt. We played dress-up in the ceder closet. This is what I wore to my Bat Mitzvah. This motorcycle jacket is really cool. My mom rocked a John Bender jacket back in the day. This is my Molly Shannon "I'm 50!" jumpsuit. Sorry about the title mom. I gotta keep it edgy.
We're all broke as fuck. We can't afford to get tats so we just draw on each other instead. Dummies can't afford real drugs so they sniff white paint. But we still love the USA.
You might think you're killing it, but brace yourself cuz in the next minute, you won't be. However this mouse ear headband? Killing it. Sally's killing it with this sweater. I'm not at mad at a Bronques. Samantha, J. Ro DJ Radio Rose moonlights as our Markets Editor. And Maude kills it as usual. Her tag is EDIT ONE. And Keith's tag is GAY. Just kidding. One love yo. Is it a great fucking winter or what? Ok enough. Let's fuck xmas together. PS "What's the Lou Gossip Jr.?"-Bill Strobeck
I've been getting a lot of shit for not updating. My new thing is wearing heels everyday, so it was only appropriate that Club Chrissie and I dj'ed a shoe party at Eden Manor. The Jay-Z was plentiful and the shoes runneth over. I only hang out with good looking people. I'm shallow now, it's another new thing.
More good quotes from Bill:
"The Rock of Gibraltar. What is that thing? Does it have faces on it?"