Fashion Week is just two days away.
I'm sort of freaking out but I'm also just ready for my moment in the spotlight. This is going to be epic.

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Fashion Week is just two days away.
I'm sort of freaking out but I'm also just ready for my moment in the spotlight. This is going to be epic.
Seeing as my online absence is truly being missed, I figure I should take this opportunity to explain myself; while I may have lost interest in Facebook updates regarding bastard-children and relationship troubles -- and really, it gives me immense pleasure to laugh at everyone else's troubles once in a while -- that doesn't mean I don't enjoy the sense of pride that comes in accompaniment with bragging rights, though, there's little explanation other than an increasing schedule regarding my personal life.
While the entire concept of a life is wasted on the vast majority of you, I'm sure my absence is well excused considering how thinly I've begun to spread myself; between writing, my social life, planning a trip to see my family and my bi-weekly therapy sessions, really, it shouldn't come as a surprise.
Guess who bought a new chick mobile?
Why can’t all people look like Abercrombie and Fitch models?
The fuck's it so hot for? It's like walkin' round a goddamn sauna. I asked for New York, not New Delhi. The ladies must be lovin' it - shirtless Puckzilla all day, errday - but some rain'd be nice right around now.
I have finally returned!
Unlike Noah, if anyone would like to express their joy with money then I urge you to make a donation to a socially conscious charity rather than wasting it on alcohol that will only be stolen by the aforementioned morally lax Puckerman. While I would love to regale my fans, followers, and friends with the exciting stories that led to such a shocking, and probably distressing, online hiatus, I can only attribute the stress of being a star. It is exhausting being me and although I love the fact I shine in every aspect of my life, I have to navigate retaining my impeccable Sally Bowles technique, buying my boyfriend surprise dinosaur sticker gifts, keeping up with the various, worrying activities of Noah and Jake, and protecting the temple that is my body from the harsh heat of the New York summer.
I have therefore, regretfully been forced to take a brief online hiatus and leave my fans with only my hourly twitter updates as their source of all things R B. Berry. I suppose the extensive three hour tweeting session involving the pros and cons of my brand new bedazzler (and the arduous decision of whether to bedazzle the latest addition to my arts and crafts equipment) will have sustained people somewhat during my blog's necessary, if tragic, hiatus. Regardless, I can assure you that I intend to dedicate the rest of the summer to my blogging and shoring up brand new Cabaret, and Berry, devotees.
On another, equally exciting, note, I am proud to announce that I have been invited to perform my very own set at the infamous 54 Below, Broadway's Supper Club and the litmus test for whether someone has truly made it in the world of the Great White Way. While I'm sure I will be announcing some sort of exciting ticket give away closer to the event, for now, I can only urge you to buy your own as soon as possible. Thrillingly, I will be following the one and only Patti Lupone and the official date has been set for the 4th of August, only two days after the amazing Ms. Lupone will be gracing us all with her talents on the very same stage. As I'm sure my fans have already realised, I will be dipping into my extensive back catalogue of performances, both previous and never before seen, to select the perfect set list for a night. I'm not entirely sure what the official listing will be but I can promise razzle dazzle, Barbra and perfection. I suppose there's nothing left to say but urge you to come hear the music play, and come to the cabaret for a Berrytastic night of musical talent!
I met with /the/ Alexander Wang today.
I don't think I've ever been so nervous and intimidated in my life. Literally, I've never felt that way. I feel like I'm gonna puke.
I know you losers missed Puckzilla.
Can't blame you, if I'm honest. Any booze celebrating my return to the interweb can be sent to my apartment, preferably with a hot blonde in tow.