Hello Darling Pearls!
I hope you are having a fabulous morning. I admit, I am still lying abed in my angel-feathers and white chiffon nightgown – cue the images of a 1940s Hollywood siren in her dressing chamber – but with a giant tablet and also a giant phone.
Alas, there is no more need for a hand mirror when we have selfies, and my angel feathers are ethically sourced from non-animal products and cruelty-free, unlike the nasty last century trend to wear actual decomposing fur and body parts.
I digress though, as usual! As I lay lounging here, looking like such a mess I’m sure…. scrolling haplessly through my online life, it got so wet and wild in my bed that I had to immediately stop, jump up, and take emergency action.
Never fear, for I knew I had to pull it together and blog immediately, because what was happening on my Instagram feed could only be described as FIRE and I couldn’t keep all that to myself. I knew my Pearls would understand! Also, in case you are not following the best Instagram accounts yourself, I promise my list of which hot Instagrams to follow is coming… but first, here are gifts the day has brought us!
In advance, you might want to put down that steaming beverage, and make sure to swallow whatever you might be eating right before you scroll down and see the number one thing I opened my feed to which caused such mayhem in my boudoir.
Perhaps I dropped my phone, and maybe I screamed out some citrus spa water – or snorted it, I’m not too proud when it comes to this kind of thing. Then, by the time I finished extracting myself from the ice and mess and made it into my chaise, I was finally composed enough to keep scrolling and found that my Instagram was on fire today in general.
So… this happened… actually this happened and then I spilled my drink and died and was reborn … because OMG those eyes! Am I right, ladies? I mean, what a sight to wake up to! I’ve been so distracted from my undying Liam love lately by lesser things, but this Instagram snapped me right back into it and I can’t remember why I ever left those endless pools of feels in the first place. Endless sigh.
Since I had charged my phone while picking up all the slices of orange and ice cubes, I kept on scrolling after another few moments snuggling with my true love, Liam Payne. This guy was right behind Liam… and almost makes me wish I went to college!
And all that salivating has left me with little rumbles in my little tumbles… so this delicious vegan cupcake right after did me no good! On that note I’m off to find my own delicious breakfast… probably a giant bowl of absolutely gorgeous fruit that I’ll Instagram for you lovely Pearls to enjoy on your own feeds!
Then came some total inspiration for tonight and basically the rest of the summer. Wine, the beach, somewhere amazing, and friends who literally aren’t crazy prostitute madams and just want to chill. Just saying.
Again on the inspiration for tonight… a yacht in St. Tropez… because life, girls. It’s just too short to be stuck in the middle of absolute no where with a bunch of perverts, it really is. You might as well be on the beach with sexy, rich perverts. Note to self… pen next blog from somewhere exotic.
Until we meet again, wishing you many delicious days and super hot nights!
All My Love, Lacey
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