Darlings, Yes. I’ve been gone. Nineteen days. SpaceHey dark. Tellonym unanswered. Scandal simmering, and I? MIA. Before you start sending search parties or forming petitions, know this: there were reasons. Legal… complications. Things that would make even the Upper East Side clutch their pearls and rethink brunch plans. But let » Continue Reading
Well, well, well... Look who finally decided to grace you with her presence. Five days. That’s how long I ghosted you all. But don’t act too shocked — even a queen needs to retreat to where it all started: the Upper East Side. Yes, I took a little trip back to Manhattan, back to the streets paved with secrets and scandal, just to r » Continue Reading
A. Kennedy has officially moved past her pier pressure phase. After locking lips with J.T. under the Montauk boardwalk last month (and promptly getting ghosted?), she disappeared from socials faster than you can say “filtered memories.” But baby, she’s back—and not in hiding. » Continue Reading
SPOTTED: H.T. and Cherry Ice? Besties? First they're feuding, then they’re finishing each other’s sentences at the Pearl Café. But no one could’ve guessed that H.T., infamous for saying “Cherry Ice? That’s a sugar-free icon in a full-calorie world” would be seen laughing arm-in-arm with the sparkle queen herself jus » Continue Reading
So someone’s been lurking. Takes the time to drop anonymous lines like “I remember u being nicer” (cute btw), but can’t take two seconds to hit “Add Friend” on Spacehey? I mean… the link is in my bio. It’s giving scared. It’s giving calculated. It’s giving » Continue Reading
Apologies again for the recent silence, darlings. I was busy peeling my jaw off the floor. But now that I’m back, let’s catch up on the mess you missed… After disappearing without a trace, Cherry Ice , former Upper East Side staple , has officially been spotted in—wait for it— Sc » Continue Reading
Apologies for my radio silence —two days without a post? Practically a lifetime in Upper East Side years. But let’s be real: between the meltdowns, mocktails, and one of our own fleeing Manhattan like she’s dodging a subpoena, your favorite source has been a bit… preoccupied. But fear not, I’m back. And so is the mess. H.T., on » Continue Reading
Somewhere in Pennsylvania, H.T. is playing recluse. Radio silent, inbox dry, and word is... she’s not just cutting ties, she’s slicing through them with garden shears. Mourning, mocktails, and melodrama weren’t enough—now she’s disappearing into small-town shadows like a tragic starlet mid-breakdown. But trust me, even in a black hoodie and tears behind Dior sunnies, the drama follows. Meanwhile o... » Continue Reading
It’s a tragic tale, dolls. A girl, a father, and a funeral she didn’t even finish. Yes, H.T. lost her dad yesterday— and I wouldn’t wish that kind of heartbreak on anyone , not even the girl who once said I’d “never understand loyalty.” (Ironic, no?) She showed up in black lace and baggage, » Continue Reading
For those with a map and no imagination … yes, Elmont hasn’t existed for decades. But if you thought I picked that town by accident, maybe you’re not reading between the lines. Every story has its ghosts—some places are more symbolic than real. Try harder. » Continue Reading
Spotted: H.T. in Elmont, denying, deflecting, and dodging harder than a cheating Upper East Side husband. The topic? A certain boy. Let’s call him Not So Little J . Tall, charming, just oblivious enough to fall for a girl who's "so over him"—right? » Continue Reading
Spotted: A bad, bad girl with a wicked little grin. She swore it was all for fun . The lies, the chaos, the heartbreak? Just something to pass the time. No feelings. No guilt. » Continue Reading