Friday, May 31, 2013


What a week, y'all!! My stalker got more stalker-y, 

my VICE column got more fascist-y,

my TV show ended (for this season! I'll get another one! Maybe! I don't believe in God so can I ask y'all to pray for this for me?), 

I got business cards, 

 started a new diet,

finally gave in and watched Game of Thrones and what's wrong with you people?? Like, if I wanted to see rape and murder I'd watch the news! (Below = me watching the wedding scene aka the last scene I'll ever see)

and prepared my speech for Next Fest!


This Saturday night I'm hosting a talk called "Sex and the Web" aka I'm gonna discuss how Tumblr girls are re-claiming sexuality and changing feminism via selfies, memes and lolz posts. I think it will be pretty good because I'm working hard on it. So hard that I'm not even writing for VICE this week so I have more time (just kidding I'm not writing for VICE this week because the Germans scared me away). 

Lots of people are afraid of public speaking but I personally love forcing an entire room full of people to pay attention to me and pretend to laugh at my jokes out of politeness and I'd love if I could share that experience with y'all so y'all should come and support me! If you clap loud enough I'll invite you out for a kebab afterwards. Anyway, that's all for now, I've gotta get back to work!  *downloads last season of Adventure Time* (Below = me watching Adventure Time). See y'all tomorrow!!! :)

Monday, May 27, 2013


I wrote about Long Distance Relationships for VICE  

Old people are weird, right? They re-use plastic bags, don’t understand Twitter, think air conditioning causes colds (young Italians think this too but whatever) and stay married for life.

I can think of two reasons why people of the past were good at relationships: they knew the road to hell is paved with good intentions divorce papers and they spent lots of time apart.  Every generation had at least one war! Men would leave for years at a time and their girlfriends wouldn’t have anybody to cheat on them with aside from their girlfriends the men who were too gay or disabled to join the army! And it wasn’t just battle that kept couples apart. In the past going to the grocery store took three months on horseback. Exhausting, sure, but worth it, because distance makes the heart grow fonder.

I’m currently in a Long Distance Relationship and though it’s sad being separated from my boyfriend (who will buy my drinks?) it also has perks. Like having the pleasure of knowing someone somewhere loves me without the pain of having to wax my butt to maintain it. Like being free to go out when and where I want but no longer having to waste time searching desperately for a man I haven’t already slept with once I get there.

In addition, being away from your lover means projecting fantasies on them. And if you imagine what a fantastic father your boyfriend will be to your adopted Malaysian pro-surfer children, in your mind he’s already that person (and you start calling him “daddy”) because when all you have are fantasies, they become reality! It’s like how last night I dreamed that one of my roommates was feeding me pasta and suddenly started touching my boobs and now I’m acting weird around him even though I know that would never happen in real life because I don’t eat pasta.

Anyway, I’m new to Long-Distance but I’ve learned a lot so far and want to help those of y’all in similar situations (I’m guessing half of my Milanese reader’s boyfriends have moved to Berlin).



I’ve said before that wars helped keep couples together-not because the women left behind couldn’t cheat but because the men who left kept in touch. No matter what the conditions, men sent women letters. And if dudes back then found time to write (by hand!) and mail something (at the post office!) while dodging grenades, there’s no excuse to not remain in contact with the press of a button today. This rule goes for casual dating, as well: if a boy can’t be bothered to send you a text it means he doesn’t care about you or doesn’t have phone credit, in which case he’s broke and therefore not worth dating anyway.


The beauty of long distance is your partner can’t see what you’re doing. Since they don’t know your actual life, it’s your duty to curate one for them-and a little lying goes a long way! No, I’m not talking about cheating-you won’t have time for that after spending every second trying to trick your boyfriend into thinking you’re busy! “Sorry, I’m at a meeting,” you type, from your toilet. “I can’t talk now, I have a deadline,” you say, as you pluck your chin hairs. “I’ll Skype you if I finish this work on time but I can’t make any promises,” you write, while reading Amanda Bynes' Tweets. The goal of the long-distance relationship is to make your partner think you’re important and in-demand and therefore appreciate every second you waste talking to them.


I find Skype intrusive and annoying. Before I had a boyfriend I refused to Skype anybody aside from my mom, and only made an exception for her because she shows me our cats. Sure, I’m glad I can video-chat my boyfriend so I can see that he’s sleeping alone his face but it takes a lot of prep time on my side! Pre-Skype I loved talking to boys on the phone because I could tell them I’m “just getting out of the shower” when in reality I’d be on my couch covered in ketchup stains. Now to make a five minute call I do my hair and makeup for an hour! I’ve gotten pretty good at this but sometimes they call you when you’re waking up and too sleepy to remember the importance of never showing the person you love your actual skin color. In those situations the only thing that makes me feel better is reminding myself that people rarely actually look at the person they’re talking to on Skype-in fact I think most people use it as an excuse to watch themselves. Anyway, I prefer Whatsapp to Skype because there’s no face time and tons of emoticons. They’re the best way to get a point across quickly-I use the diamond ring one a lot.


Skype talking is awkward enough so Skype sex is out of the question. But I am a fan of nude photos. Girls: leave your face out of yours so your boyfriend can pretend it’s someone else he’s jerking off to. Boys: don’t send naked photos. There’s nothing sadder in this world than a flaccid penis and there’s nothing more embarrassing than an erect one. Send us pictures of your (matching!) outfit or (clean!) apartment instead. PS: If your partner only sends you nudes via Snapchat that means they aren’t truly committed and you should dump them (via Snapchat).


Just because you’re far away doesn’t mean you can’t be romantic! Show you’re thinking of your sweetie by tagging them on an Instagram picture of your new tattoo of their name on your face.


Emails are cool because you can attach cat videos but real mail makes your lover feel like a part of you is with them! Send stationary drenched in your sweat and old t-shirts they can cry sleep in. Send toiletries he’ll leave in his bathroom to warn off other girls. Send enough stuff so by the time you’re visiting him, you’ve moved in!


You have to eventually see each other to make this work because how else will you trick them into believing you’re on the pill and cumming inside you and getting you pregnant? Extra tip: like pregnancies, the best visits are surprises.

Sunday, May 26, 2013


Bondage is cool because it gives you an excuse to not move and do nothing and fall asleep during sex. 

Sunday, May 19, 2013


So I'm ~officially~ moving to California soon and need y'all to buy some crap! I'm not selling clothes or shoes because I'm gonna donate those to charity-that way those who knew me here will eventually see homeless people dressed like me walking around the city and that will make them really sad and then they will cry :)

Friday, May 17, 2013


I already told y'all I've lost my creativity but I maybe haven't said anything about my new #big #news-more details to cum this weekend, now I've gotta go out and show off my hair.

do y'all even check this blog anymore

The funny thing about blogging is you only begin to do it in hopes of someone eventually noticing you and giving you work in magazines/television so that you can stop blogging for yourself [for free] and use your blog-ideas to make money and reach the public [get famouz]. But the funny thing about that is by the time you've achieved those goals you realize the only cool things you ever did were in your blog before people noticed you. And then you feel like a failure for only being able to blog about this new work you have, which you were dreaming of having back then, but is in a way keeping you from reaching that original #genius you had without it? :( Anyway here's this and I'm gonna go cry under my bed over my lost creativity and lack of ideas.

Friday, May 10, 2013


Did y'all watch my tv show last night? Neither did I. But that's ok because you can still watch the online edition! This week I'm giving oral sex advice aka don't do it because one cum shot has 90 calories #unacceptable

PS: The best part is the english closed-captioning generated by Youtube aka Lady Gaga ft. Pharrell:

PPS: I'm back from my ~holidays~ and ready to start spamming y'all about my life and my new tan etc so stay tuned ok ilu xoxo

Friday, May 3, 2013



 I've got 99 problems but missing my tv show ain't one.

Just kidding, it totally is.

It's pretty tragic chic that I missed the premiere of my show last week via being in London and I missed the second episode last night via being in Sardinia and will miss next week's episode because I'll be in the hospital getting reconstructive surgery to fix this sunburn. Anyway who needs to watch their show when their mother can just stream it from America and send the screen shots via Gmail?

I'll be back to blogging as usual in like a week, y'all, I was just kinda busy filming before and now I'm super busy hanging out in five-star hotels, 

Instagramming my #thighgap, 


getting food poisoning

and being ~in love~

Anyway watch my show y'all pleaz on la3 every Thursday night at 11:30 because maybe your screen shots will beat Mom's! Love y'all, miss y'all, but not very much x