SO MY DAY STARTS OFF with me having to pick up my paint palette from my art studio.. i literally walked in thinking it was empty and a nude model was posing in front of like 20 students and i had no idea… i accidentally caused a whole yelling fiasco lul bitch was yelling at me wit her titties out ! obviously ur not allowed to blast the door open and walk in during a nude pose (I DIDNT KNOW ANYONE WAS IN THERE!!!!!!) anyways fast forward to 5 pm::
im sitting on the side of the road eating lamb and rice from the deli. im on the sidewalk outside my laundromat waiting for my clothes spinning in the WASH cycle, picking around the fatty pieces, when a group of little kids runs by. not unusual here i live in a poor russian residential area in new york. the projects..? lawl. the kids are playing tag then suddenly start fighting over whether a stain on the sidewalk is blood or paint.
i didnt even notice the spot cuz i was locked in on my food so when all the kids ran away i got curious. i pick myself up and lifted my head up and right then and there magically the moon reveals itself from behind the building. full moon peach sky glowing like it was lit from the inside even tho it was still basically daytime. i walk over to stare at the splatter remembering the heavy police presence earlier.
i check my phone timer = 28:40 minutes left before my laundry is done. and im like… what better time to see a psychic than RIGHT NOW. its not like i have anything better to do. plus every time i see blood i take it as a sign bitch im SONYA GUTS
ive never dabbled with magic like this before and im a devout orthodox christian sooo yes im breaking the rules a bit but i told myself ill only ever do it once in my life. it didnt feel right but i was convincing myself that maybe for some cash and a tarot reading from a glowing street sign she could lift the curse ive been convinced i have had since moving here to NY.
my alarm goes off for my laundry being finished at the laundromat and i havent even finished my bus ride to the psychic. now im praying my clothes dont get stolen..my most valuable posessionss... while im on the way im trying to think of what i should even ask her like… I ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING
so i find this place on google maps and its the most janky ass door with a long dark hallway. i walk in and the vibe is sooo ordinary it was unsettling how similar it was to my aunties apartment with mouse traps in the corners and creaky floorboards and all. i get to the end of the hallway and go inside.
its this middle aged romanian woman holding a toddler on her hip scraping play doh off her tarot desk. dark shiny curtains everywhere. a huge gold portrait of some egyptian god watching us like he pays rent.
she yells in romanian for her mother to take the child away grabs my hand and starts reading my palm. and omg it was the most boring shit #SNOOOZEFEST. i felt like i bought a fake ticket to fake fucking city...unreal. and i believe in everything too… so now im like GREAT i just sinned and im going to hell for no reason.
she hits me with the classics: "someone hurt u in the last two years" "youre strong and resilient" tff i didnt come here for pinterest affirmations. tell me something i dont already knowwwwwwwwwww then she goes i see a prosperous career in the sciences for you. is she insane my nails cost more than my iq i am everything BUT a science girl
then she tries upselling me a 300 dollar chakra balancing ritual cuz apparently im so unbalanced. whatever. i handed her the 20 and left without saying a word cuz like… what if she curses me for my attitude
ok guys i wasnt gonna include the psychic part in the blog but something insane happened and the story continues…
a week later im working at my job in full lifeless waitress mode at this michellin restaurant. i walk to greet the table i got assigned and you will not believe who is sitting there
THE FORTUNE TELLER
and shes dressed in the most stereotypical prostitute outfit ive ever seen in my LIFE. like a miami girl caricature. huge stripper heels tiny tube dress. (metaphorically im a slut too not physically im a lover of christ but i can drag her cuz she scammed me)
and im literally serving her and the man she was clearly with for an exchange of services. so obviously i made sure she saw me every 5 seconds of her dinner. i honestly felt a little bad watching her like moments before she was gonna sell herself.
btw my job is over an hour away from her tarot place. like how did she even end up at my restaurant and how did i get assigned to her table it gave me the chiiilllssss we was doing a whole staring contest the entirety of her dinner!
anyways look at my new everyday bag!!! its from the new city bag balenciaga collection with the gloss patent leather ;) i just modeled for a shoot with this bag two days ago and the pics have to be developed and scanned but once theyre ready all of u will def see me posted up!! the shoot was in my room (slavic bunker) with me laying on my bed draped in my fur (rabbit rip)
my new obsession is PRF, which is like NOT plastic surgery or foreign, but basically its a cosmetic procedure where they draw your blood from ur arm and then spin the blood in a machine slowly until it gets like gel with mainly a make up of plasma and then they have multiple sessions of putting it back into your face to help collagen production and giving your face that effortless glow and like its specifically for people with very thin skin. my skin is genetically super thin and you can see purple undertones under my eyes so this would help thicken my skin barrier naturally with my own blood and im currently saving up for it. putting all u baddies on. its a few grand and its basically like a few steps up from a facial and safe for my age (18) fillers migrate and are NOT safe for me because everytime you inject fillers it tears and scars your tissue and can legit ruin ur skin from underneath even if u dissolve the filler the damage is permanent and also fake looking af.
IM CURSED! Im the brokest bitch you know because I spent all my rent money on going to paris, clothes, spa, and i feel like im the last girl in the world to not be living off my parents money or a sugar daddy.... I have mandatory korean spa and hours of sauna once a week as well. it's honestly what i give credit to for keeping my skin clear. i dont care how broke i am i will go without food to keep funding my lifestyle..
my advice to you is be more selfish spend more money on yourself itll come back anyways be so selfish its disgusting
SO MY DAY STARTS OFF with me having to pick up my paint palette from my art studio.. i literally walked in thinking it was empty and a nude model was posing in front of like 20 students and i had no idea… i accidentally caused a whole yelling fiasco lul bitch was yelling at me wit her titties out ! obviously ur not allowed to blast the door open and walk in during a nude pose (I DIDNT KNOW ANYONE WAS IN THERE!!!!!!) anyways fast forward to 5 pm::
im sitting on the side of the road eating lamb and rice from the deli. im on the sidewalk outside my laundromat waiting for my clothes spinning in the WASH cycle, picking around the fatty pieces, when a group of little kids runs by. not unusual here i live in a poor russian residential area in new york. the projects..? lawl. the kids are playing tag then suddenly start fighting over whether a stain on the sidewalk is blood or paint.
i didnt even notice the spot cuz i was locked in on my food so when all the kids ran away i got curious. i pick myself up and lifted my head up and right then and there magically the moon reveals itself from behind the building. full moon peach sky glowing like it was lit from the inside even tho it was still basically daytime. i walk over to stare at the splatter remembering the heavy police presence earlier.
i check my phone timer = 28:40 minutes left before my laundry is done. and im like… what better time to see a psychic than RIGHT NOW. its not like i have anything better to do. plus every time i see blood i take it as a sign bitch im SONYA GUTS
ive never dabbled with magic like this before and im a devout orthodox christian sooo yes im breaking the rules a bit but i told myself ill only ever do it once in my life. it didnt feel right but i was convincing myself that maybe for some cash and a tarot reading from a glowing street sign she could lift the curse ive been convinced i have had since moving here to NY.
my alarm goes off for my laundry being finished at the laundromat and i havent even finished my bus ride to the psychic. now im praying my clothes dont get stolen..my most valuable posessionss... while im on the way im trying to think of what i should even ask her like… I ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING
so i find this place on google maps and its the most janky ass door with a long dark hallway. i walk in and the vibe is sooo ordinary it was unsettling how similar it was to my aunties apartment with mouse traps in the corners and creaky floorboards and all. i get to the end of the hallway and go inside.
its this middle aged romanian woman holding a toddler on her hip scraping play doh off her tarot desk. dark shiny curtains everywhere. a huge gold portrait of some egyptian god watching us like he pays rent.
ok guys i wasnt gonna include the psychic part in the blog but something insane happened and the story continues…
a week later im working at my job in full lifeless waitress mode at this michellin restaurant. i walk to greet the table i got assigned and you will not believe who is sitting there
THE FORTUNE TELLER
and shes dressed in the most stereotypical prostitute outfit ive ever seen in my LIFE. like a miami girl caricature. huge stripper heels tiny tube dress. (metaphorically im a slut too not physically im a lover of christ but i can drag her cuz she scammed me)
and im literally serving her and the man she was clearly with for an exchange of services. so obviously i made sure she saw me every 5 seconds of her dinner. i honestly felt a little bad watching her like moments before she was gonna sell herself.
btw my job is over an hour away from her tarot place. like how did she even end up at my restaurant and how did i get assigned to her table it gave me the chiiilllssss we was doing a whole staring contest the entirety of her dinner!
anyways look at my new everyday bag!!! its from the new city bag balenciaga collection with the gloss patent leather ;) i just modeled for a shoot with this bag two days ago and the pics have to be developed and scanned but once theyre ready all of u will def see me posted up!! the shoot was in my room (slavic bunker) with me laying on my bed draped in my fur (rabbit rip)
my new obsession is PRF, which is like NOT plastic surgery or foreign, but basically its a cosmetic procedure where they draw your blood from ur arm and then spin the blood in a machine slowly until it gets like gel with mainly a make up of plasma and then they have multiple sessions of putting it back into your face to help collagen production and giving your face that effortless glow and like its specifically for people with very thin skin. my skin is genetically super thin and you can see purple undertones under my eyes so this would help thicken my skin barrier naturally with my own blood and im currently saving up for it. putting all u baddies on. its a few grand and its basically like a few steps up from a facial and safe for my age (18) fillers migrate and are NOT safe for me because everytime you inject fillers it tears and scars your tissue and can legit ruin ur skin from underneath even if u dissolve the filler the damage is permanent and also fake looking af.
IM CURSED! Im the brokest bitch you know because I spent all my rent money on going to paris, clothes, spa, and i feel like im the last girl in the world to not be living off my parents money or a sugar daddy.... I have mandatory korean spa and hours of sauna once a week as well. it's honestly what i give credit to for keeping my skin clear. i dont care how broke i am i will go without food to keep funding my lifestyle..
my advice to you is be more selfish spend more money on yourself itll come back anyways be so selfish its disgusting
