From Twitter 09-22-2009

so i had the worst migraine yesterday. i had to take intense pain killers. and i slept all day. wow.
oh to make things worst, i just remember @sokothecat is playing tonight. fuck. stupid migraine.
i want a tan cashmere beanie. okay. that is all.
remember that ugly burn i got. well im peeling now. there are traces of me everywhere around my house.

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WANNA KNOW WHAT IVE BEEN UP TO?

okay so i was going to post a blog with all my tweets since my last blog. but apparently i tweet alot. and it was too big. so LUCKILY i stumbled upon Twittinesis, which is going to do it for me. uhm. i wonder how it will look. either way, yah. thats what ive done. uhmmm. what does that say about me? not to much?

i got an internship (amazingballs!)

and i went back to work.

my sister got married.

and the Kings of Leon concert was amazing.

okay. thats that.

Xoxo,

Lidia

Here's how I'll make it up.

HERE ARE MY TWEETS FROM THE LAST MONTH. THAT SHOULD PRETTY MUCH TELL YOU WHAT IVE BEEN DOING WITH MY LIFE.

I dont know what happened.

so playing the defeatist card, i didnt blog for a while. (deng almost a month! how time flies)

and logging back in, i realize my views have SKY ROCKETED!!

i dont believe it.

i really dont. i think it was some strange computer glitch that caused it.

i really do.

i dont see how it could have happened all on its own.

uhmm. maybe i should post something with substance now....

okay. ill try.

I totally agree....

From the Blog of KateDarling

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FROM THE LIPS & FINGERTIPS OF KATE DARLING...

WHERE SEX, LOVE, AND FASHION COLLIDE.

MONDAY, AUGUST 17, 2009

Off With Their Heads.

Eighteenth century court records show that especially as it became clear just how dire France's economic situation was, Marie Antoinette's expenditures were far surpassed by other members of the court. Historians agree that the ill-fated queen never uttered the words, "Let them eat cake." Yet she is the one synonymous with an era of excess. She became the scapegoat for financial mistakes made before her marriage was even contracted. Her crime? A love of fashion.

Over two hundred years later, the press is gleefully chronicling the descent of a consulting firm on the Condé Nast building. The only thing that stands to be chopped is the budget, but the public is as anxious to see heads roll as the crowds that once gathered around the guillotine.

The fashion world is certainly subject to fantasy and whimsy, but it has been more grounded in reality than Wall Street in recent years. As extravagant as some of the expenses may have been, the profits were real, not inflated. And as much as some bloggers would like to contend that Anna Wintour and her ilk have lived in their own little world for far too long, and will finally pay for it, the powers that be at CN are simply being proactive in a changing industry. Perhaps higher-ups at recently bailed-out banks should take notes on how to run a business-and not into the ground.

In times of economic upheaval, people love to hate fashion. Spend $40,000 on a car, and you're a patriot. Spend half that on clothes, and you are a superficial nitwit, regardless of how many jobs those clothes support. In the past several years, investments were manipulated behind closed doors, and American families were deceived, one tiny piece of plastic at a time. Yet it's harder to put a face with the names of those in the finance sector; they disappear into a sea of suits. So once again, fashion takes the fall. Anna and her infamous sunglasses become as much a symbol of frivolity as did Marie and her powdered wig.

People do not spend their retirement funds on magazines. No tax dollars have gone to bail out the publishing industry; even in this time of decreasing ad revenues, they haven't been needed. So before we make the scapegoat coat en vogue once again, let's pause and consider where the problems and solutions in this country really lie.

Desperatly Seeking Internship.

AH!

I've must of applied to about half a ZILLION places.

I really hope I can land one soon. And if its a good one, like Teen Vogue (I just applied now) I would stop working and just work as an unpaid intern. I don't know how I'd do it. But I'm sure I would manage. It would be an INSANE honor!! Oh my, I'm hyperventilating now just thinking about it!

I've been ever so lucky to have had stepped foot in the Vogue offices before. I nearly pissed myself. Although I was to afraid to say a word, I soaked it all in. It was incredible.

I probably should not have gone into the fitting ( I drove a model to a fitting from my previous internship) but I could not resist. It was so amazing to see all these decisions go down.

I want this sooo bad.
PLEASE SEND GOOD VIBES MY WAY!

Love, eager intern

Lidia.

special.

What makes you special?