I don’t know what I did to deserve this but I just want to thank whatever god of bitchiness decided to rain down on me today…

My new obsession with GIFs, combined with botches, combined with Coachellz.

Mind. Blown.

A dancing Coachella botch GIF. YOU CAN'T WRITE THIS STUFF.

Super cute...right?

I’d also like to thank my sister who originally found and sent this article to me. She doesn’t have a betchy blog for you to read but just trust me, she is a certified betch– lives in NYC, loves the house music, works too much, wants to build an empire, knows whats hot, is hot, and her primary food group is air.

My sister and fellow her betches. Blacked-out betches because I don't want to drag them and their identities into this rabbit hole of a mess that is my blag.

ALSO I am pretty sure she and her friends were betches before betches ever decided to love this site.

They summer in the Hamptons. They pull off the whole "bun directly on top of head" look really well. You get the picture.

Comically, my sister was worried about me moving out here and becoming ‘too LA’. But like seriously, have some faith, sisterbetch. I’m pretty sure I just coined a very mean term for the kind of El Lay gurlz that we all love to hate. You need not worry.

(Botches need worry)

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THIS TIME I PROMISE I really am getting off of this soap box soon. I was just REALLY scarred from my Taco Bell car adventure and had to just let this happen. Almost positive its out of my system. So now my devoted readership (Mom, Dad and Maybe Emily…?) can look forward to me moving on.

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