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you just don’t meet someone like me twice, ever

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people look so different once u don’t care about them anymore

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Missed me? THINK AGAIN.

Hello, my fabulous followers! It's Gigi, your not-so-humble queen bee, and guess what? I’m back and more fabulous than ever. Did you miss me? Well, let’s not go overboard- think again!

I’ve been off living my best life, plotting world domination, and perfecting my signature eye roll (a vital skill for dealing with the ordinary). But let’s be real; the universe has been just dying for my return. Without your queen on the scene, it must have felt like a perpetual rainy Tuesday- dull and dreary.

You’ve been treading water without my genius insights and playful banter, but worry not! I’m here to sprinkle a little Gigi magic back into your lives. Think you can handle it? Because spoiler alert: it’s about to get fierce.

While you’ve been scrolling through your basic feeds, I’ve been plotting my epic comeback. Expect a whirlwind of sarcasm, fashion tips that actually matter, and the kind of snark that could cut glass. Because let’s be honest, someone's got to keep it real amidst all the pretentiousness.

So buckle up, darlings! If you thought you knew me, think again. I’m back and ready to serve up some attitude like it’s hot summer tea. Let’s dive into this fabulous chaos together. After all, who needs normal when you can have me?

Stay fierce, Gigi 💋✨

P.S. Don’t forget to roll your eyes at anyone who dares to try and steal my spotlight. It's practically a sport at this point.

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at the end of the day im the love i give, not the love i get

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I love morning silence I wish it was like this all day

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Congrats! You have been demoted to…

You know what fucking scares me to death? The emails that come along with the Teams meeting invitation Kaitlin always sends out of nowhere. You know what scares me even more? When Nixon is included.

Wait… Nixon is included? Fuck.

Nixon couldn't care any less about you. But he is the type of person you want to be on good graces with. He has probably asked me to introduce myself more times than I can count, and he probably already forgot who I am. He will probably see me start the meeting, because yes, I am sitting there staring at the time in my computer thinking about not wanting to be late and he is probaly watching the game on his big TV on his big office at his big house thinking who the fuck do I think I am starting the meeting before he does.

Or maybe he owns none of the mentioned above and maybe I am overthinking this.

So yes, I will admit, I was not a fan of Guinevere. Not in the meeting when I found out she was coming, and certainly not when a meet and greet was set up for us to conversate in a quiet room. I had so many questions and quite frankly, a lot of anger that was not about to be directed to her. Her perfectly done bun, and sweater with perfectly crafted flowers- a higher, better-versed version of myself.

Kaitlin didn't even bother to show up the day of the meeting. Instead, I heard from Andoria that she was out hiking with her boyfriend.

Guinevere and I sat there in silence staring at each other until she decided to break the ice and I decided to blabber. I made a spectacle of myself, so we will move on from that- thank you. I heard she was told she was going to love me, and all I heard was nothing. A big ball of silence, nada, empty, zero communciation.

Who decided I needed a partner? Who died and made Kaitlin the absolute decision making monkey? Don't I get to have a word? Why did Ashton know about this, and why did I find out through people accidentally looping me in on super privileged information. Don't I get a single, small chance, of voicing my opinion specially if this person is now going to be all up in my business? And who the fuck's name is Guinevere and why does she look like a Temu version of Lily Bass? I need answers Kaitlin, and quickly.

For the past month and a half, my entire life has consisted of a lot of do this' and do that's and a lot of shaking my head in disbelief. I am learning to be more patient and this has pushed me to be more accepting and less scared of the changes.

I also learned that I can complain a lot at times, that is not good.

For the first week, maybe the second one too, it felt like all I had worked towards was harshly taken away from me. That they were secretly conspiring to take my crown away just as fast as it felt like they gave it. But I deserve this, I am no Miss Poor Ideas- I know I do because I put in the work, the effort and the love to get to this place. And oh, have I seen myself changing.

Hunter is proud- he does not play by the rules but I can see him trying for me. He is the star of the show, and I listen in with absolute pride in my face that I have gotten better at hiding only because I don't want them to know that I am secretly rooting for him.

You will be pleased to know that Guinevere and I are also friends now, it took us one month and multiple failed meetings. But we are capable of sitting in complete silence in each other's presence and work and laugh together and conspire with each other and not against one another. She said today: "You run the show, A. And I'm just supporting you through it".

So my crown is well put, secured in with bobby pins and higher and shiner than ever.

And you know what? Hers is too and I am the one polishing it. But I am not complaining. I'm sure Kaitlin and Nixon will be impressed- they better fucking be.

And if you are reading this: she is no Jacques- but she doesn't have to be.

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.

w love, A

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Do the people you write about, know you are writing about them?

The people in the stories aren't real. The only person that exists is Hunter and he knows about these stories.

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The Lady IS the Tramp

Realistically speaking, we all got the absolute right to do whatever the hell we want whenever we want it. Where, however, do we draw the line when we know our actions could hurt someone else?

I met someone recently, her name is Cassie. She has been carrying a heavy burden for a few years, one that's shaped her into who she is now. I had heard about her before last week but… I lied. I told her I didn't know who she was when she asked me to give her a chance, she said she wanted me to give her the opportunity to show me who she really was and not who everyone else says she is.

I'm starting to feel that I atract crazy.

I flinched for a slim second, slight enough for her not to notice but I was taken aback with her request. To give her a chance? To be fair, no matter how much people talk, I never actually sit and think about it too much. People gossip, they thrive when there's "tea" about someone else. Okay, so I'd be lying if I said I didn't like to gossip too but, I don't actually think about the people involved nor do I care enough to preoccupy myself with it. I figured, what's the worse thing that could happen? If everything goes well, I gained a friend. If everything goes south, then so fucking be it, I'm not scared.

What's being said about Cassie, you ask? Let's see, she is a home-wrecking-self-centered-b that just barely passed the legal age.

How much of it is true? I'm not actually too sure. One could have a bubbly personality and another could take it for being flirtatiousness. She could very well fall in between, but who's going to be the judge of that? So I figured, I could give her the benefit of the doubt and for self preservation (and peace of mind) pretend that I heard nothing.

Then last week we both get invited to a party with a few friends that we have in common. I hadn't expected for her to want to go to that, since "no one really liked her", so I said nothing to her. When we both bumped into each other on the dance floor, we exchanged awkward smiles and twirled around each other for a while until the song changed and we went our separate ways and then met again somewhere in the middle… the night pretty much went like that for a while, not a single word spoken to each other.

Nothing too big happened until I met with Hunter to drive back home and then he told me: "she asked for my number". The room started spinning and I wasn't drunk. She did what now? I tried to pretend I didn't hear that but alas, the streets were silent and it was just me and Hunter in that one spot. Do I fight? Do I yell? Is it even something to have to worry about? One thing about Hunter, he will tell you the truth but most importantly, will brag if someone other than me asks for his number, so I knew he wasn't lying.

"You want to know what's ironic?", I said to him, "She had asked me to give her a second chance to prove to me that she wasn't who they said she was". Hunter doesn't think she wants to try something with him and I don't think she's changed too much, but I guess only time will tell. I don't completely dislike her, and to be honest with you, I haven't really made up my mind about what I think of her just yet.

Once men have tasted caviar, it baffles me how they can settle for catfish.

w love, A

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GRIEF: Friendships, Lovers & Then Some

I had a dream the other day Mona showed up to a party Hunter was throwing and she demanded to talk to me. Talk to ME?! After so many months and years, I thought we both had given up, but there she was - bigger than she's ever been, wearing a bodycon dress and black mesh sequin slippers. Emmanuel was standing behind her staring me down trying to intimidate me almost felt like. I agreed to talk, then all of a sudden everything went blurry and I could see her moving her lips but I couldn't make out a single word she was saying.

She did most of the talking, I just stood there and stared.

What do you think that means? Should I reach out to Mona and try to salvage whatever is left of our friendship? I have thought about it over and over again. I have gone over all of the stages of grief, and all seem to lead me to the one same place: I am not to be held accountable for this. I refuse to let myself go in circles for a crime I did not commit.

Am I in denial? No. 

Am I angry? It's already passed.

Am I bargaining? Okay possibly?

I'm weighting my options here.

There is one thing I have learned today - we do not know how to be friends with the people we have shared so much trauma with.

I guess the one thing that always kept us coming back was the fact that we both could find solace in each other. Whenever we thought something was going wrong, the other was doing worse. And so, we sat there, in complete silence with the flickering neon lights of the bulb she just bought hovering over us. We sat in silence enjoying the last drop of sweet wine in the bottle. She'd talk about my family with admiration, and I'd thank hers for keeping me together when no one seemed to care.

No matter what had happened during the week, or the months prior to that, that one room held our deepest darkest secrets, and now they will forever stay there in the far back of our brain like memories that fade away.

I guess it is true what they say, misery does love company. What do you think - did you ever have to grief a friendship too? I guess I'm tired of dealing with my side of the burden as if Mona hadn't already move on. One thing is for certain, there is no guilt and there is no depression... I have finally accepted, people grow and then grow apart. We grew apart, and that's fine.

It's okay to miss someone, even if they were toxic and still not want them back in your life.

w love, A

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