sometimes i think about le lacey days, where i went out 5 nights a week, drank endless bellinis while smoking countless cigarettes to the tune of my bestie ranting about the latest gossip. and the truth is, i miss it so much it hurts. i miss everything about my life in california, the people, the beach, the mood, the coolness factor (throw in colin) and i'd do it all over again. this one is for you, Vilma.
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