As funny as it might sound, which really you must admit it does, I have been asked to stay away from my work place to sort out my insect situation in my apartment. Please refrain from thinking that I have an infestation due to personal or property hygiene malfunctions because it is not true. Yesterday I was frantically scratching two bug bites on my arm and in a humorous manner expressed that I thought I might have bed bugs. Well let me tell you, in New York there is nothing humorous about that statement (I have only been here two years…cut me some slack!) because it a matter of seconds my boss was in my office sending me home till i have two exterminators examine my apartment. For those of you who don't know me well…wait I have about three readers and you all know me extremely well…saying that I am a worrywart is a mild understatement. Upon returning to my apartment I changed my sheets, thoroughly cleaned my bedroom and decided that I would wake up on the hour every hour from 2am till 5am to see if the bed bugs were really manifesting in my little abode. Well you can all breathe a sigh of relief….NO BUGS!…just Sookie trying to sleep on my face in the 90 degree hot box of a bedroom in which I currently reside.
I was still not allowed to return to the office today because it appears that my boss is more anal than I am. So what else is a girl to do when it is beautiful outside and she has a free day…wander aimlessly through NYC. Admittedly, I truly enjoyed having the past two days to spend by myself and I have been lucky enough to meet with two people whom are both very dear in my life. Through these encounters once we all got over the hilarity of being banned from work because of bugs, and had consumed a punchbowl of rum with one friend and a pitcher of sangria with the other the same topic was brought up.
What happened to my blog? I gave the standard response that I have been busy and nothing that exciting has happened in my life. Rebuttals abound such as- how about your trip to London, or stealing an entire mini bar after breaking in to the penthouse suite at the Standard, or crashing the Nylon magazine party and proceeding to tell the Editor in Chief that you indeed had no right or welcome there. Chuckling to myself I realized that I did have some really great moments over the past few months, but I was unsure of how to articulate them on paper.Yet, this morning my friend sent me a message that since I had nothing to do today I might as well blog so here we are.
I worry that sometimes my postings might not be that entertaining to everyone but really isn't a blog for yourself anyways, it is the same as stupid facebook status updates and tweeting and foursquare we all just want to throw ourselves out there for social validation when we merely want it from ourselves. Okay I do admit that that statement is really not that true and is trying to cover up what I am really needing to say. When we are passionate about something and we truly put our work out there it is nerve wracking. So please bear with me, I am going to attempt to start regularly posting on this blog, some days it might be funny and other days it might suck, but all in all there will be something for you to read whilst you are avoiding working.
Perhaps the bug injected some sense into me or at least withdrew enough blood to make me lightheaded and sit here and write!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Winter Rejuvenation
As I finish the first month of 2010 I would like to take a brief pause to analyze just how much has changed in these short weeks. The first new edition to my life was a cat. After finding the cat, whom is named Sookie ( I guess it has a television show reference) under a car one evening while inebriated, my coworker since then decided he did not want to keep it. Reluctantly, I accepted to watch this cat while he was away in Morocco and through the two weeks of being helplessly clawed, bitten, and finding peed strewn clothing, I fell in love. Sookie is a marvelous companion, besides her waking me up nightly at 3:41 am and demanding food or when she gets angry and just decides to pee on the floor she is a positive addition to the Cullen on Clinton Clan.
Another radical addition was my Christmas gift of a brand new computer. It is hard to imagine not having had a computer since July 2008, but it did allow me to get a large dependency on my Blackberry (good thing? debatable). Once I finally learned how to find the writing application on the Mac I added blogging to my short list of New Year's Resolutions and once I decided that merely writing the list did not satisfy fulfillment I engaged in concurring my goals. Primarily, I decided I wanted to get back into reading and once I finished "The Widow Clicquot" by Tilar Mazzeo, I moved to my next goal- spending more time at the gym- I dominated this one as well (modest, I know) bad am finally on my last one- returning to my passion of writing- thus I find myself back here on a blog that has two entries from mid-Fall when life in the Lower East Side was brand new and the Winter still seemed far enough away that I complained when it was 60 degrees.
Now here we are at 10pm on a Friday night, I am freezing as in the past 2 months I discovered my two radiators are merely decorative. I am hungover because I decided that since I stayed in all week it would be wise to drink heavily and go dancing at 4:30 am when waking for work at 7am was only an afterthought . So after taking a 4 hour mid-afternoon nap I arose to find nothing to occupy my time except for my computer and since I am a stingy bitch and do not have personal internet and am at the mercy of my neighbors' unprotected networks, I was left offline with a new computer that has nothing on it except 3 songs in iTunes. Thus, with Sookie sprawled over my left leg and me laying under 5 layers of blankets on the 10 degree weather night I decided to return to my blog.
Another radical addition was my Christmas gift of a brand new computer. It is hard to imagine not having had a computer since July 2008, but it did allow me to get a large dependency on my Blackberry (good thing? debatable). Once I finally learned how to find the writing application on the Mac I added blogging to my short list of New Year's Resolutions and once I decided that merely writing the list did not satisfy fulfillment I engaged in concurring my goals. Primarily, I decided I wanted to get back into reading and once I finished "The Widow Clicquot" by Tilar Mazzeo, I moved to my next goal- spending more time at the gym- I dominated this one as well (modest, I know) bad am finally on my last one- returning to my passion of writing- thus I find myself back here on a blog that has two entries from mid-Fall when life in the Lower East Side was brand new and the Winter still seemed far enough away that I complained when it was 60 degrees.
Now here we are at 10pm on a Friday night, I am freezing as in the past 2 months I discovered my two radiators are merely decorative. I am hungover because I decided that since I stayed in all week it would be wise to drink heavily and go dancing at 4:30 am when waking for work at 7am was only an afterthought . So after taking a 4 hour mid-afternoon nap I arose to find nothing to occupy my time except for my computer and since I am a stingy bitch and do not have personal internet and am at the mercy of my neighbors' unprotected networks, I was left offline with a new computer that has nothing on it except 3 songs in iTunes. Thus, with Sookie sprawled over my left leg and me laying under 5 layers of blankets on the 10 degree weather night I decided to return to my blog.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Is it an apartment or a really big closet?
Only in New York do people spend more than half their salaries to live in apartments that are the size of some people’s closets.
Two years ago, I was living in a 2 bedroom, 3 bathrooms, 2 car garage house that was spitting distance to the ocean. Last year I was living in a 3 bedroom, one bathroom apartment smack dab in the middle of the meatpacking-least be said I think I stayed in from the clubs a total of 10 days the entire year. But here we are now- stripped from the ocean and the clubs, sprawled across my 300 thread count white-linened full size mattress. Two metal doors, 70 decayed stairs and three deadbolts separate me from the streets of life known as Manhattan.
You never really know what it is like to live alone till you actually do it. Living with someone whom spends most nights at their lovers does not count; you do not get the same liberating feeling of flinging your wedge-boots (see below post) half way across the room before loafing around half-naked eating peanut butter straight from the jar. Anyways, back to the point of today’s posting. “Ah ha”, you say. Yes I do have a point and now I will make it.
I am writing this blog because I have found myself in a small Lower East Side one bedroom apartment. For the first time in my life I do not have a constant companion and though I do enjoy the silence I miss the friendly banter of mindless meandering thoughts, and trust me, my mind meanders a lot. So I have decided to write this blog- it will consist of an eclectic selection of items I have recently been thinking about as well as new discoveries throughout my neighborhood (i.e the amazing cappuccino at Falai).
So please join me and my mind as we engage this new experience. I am open to comments as well as suggestions, especially if you have good ideas on how to cram a whole life’s worth of shit into a 400 sq foot space!
Bisous for today!
Two years ago, I was living in a 2 bedroom, 3 bathrooms, 2 car garage house that was spitting distance to the ocean. Last year I was living in a 3 bedroom, one bathroom apartment smack dab in the middle of the meatpacking-least be said I think I stayed in from the clubs a total of 10 days the entire year. But here we are now- stripped from the ocean and the clubs, sprawled across my 300 thread count white-linened full size mattress. Two metal doors, 70 decayed stairs and three deadbolts separate me from the streets of life known as Manhattan.
You never really know what it is like to live alone till you actually do it. Living with someone whom spends most nights at their lovers does not count; you do not get the same liberating feeling of flinging your wedge-boots (see below post) half way across the room before loafing around half-naked eating peanut butter straight from the jar. Anyways, back to the point of today’s posting. “Ah ha”, you say. Yes I do have a point and now I will make it.
I am writing this blog because I have found myself in a small Lower East Side one bedroom apartment. For the first time in my life I do not have a constant companion and though I do enjoy the silence I miss the friendly banter of mindless meandering thoughts, and trust me, my mind meanders a lot. So I have decided to write this blog- it will consist of an eclectic selection of items I have recently been thinking about as well as new discoveries throughout my neighborhood (i.e the amazing cappuccino at Falai).
So please join me and my mind as we engage this new experience. I am open to comments as well as suggestions, especially if you have good ideas on how to cram a whole life’s worth of shit into a 400 sq foot space!
Bisous for today!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Does the shoe really fit?
As I faintly make it back up the 70 stairs to my quaint Lower East Side abode I curse the 4.5-inch wedge boots I decided to wear to work today.
Once I regain my composure and my breath I shed the chocolate-colored parcels while my mind races to the question, “are the benefits to heels really worth it, and moreover, what are these said benefits”.
I must admit that I do love the way I feel in sky-high heels. I feel sexy, powerful, and I walk with that much more “swagger”, but when I throw on my gloriously comfortable gel-cushioned Adidas black flats all my confidence boils away and I regain my awkward gait. I admire the girls that can confidently wear flats, for I know I was once caught at Bagatelle in a pair of high-end metallic flats and all night I wanted to crawl beneath the banquettes.
Do we really lose our power when we come down from our astronomically priced high-heeled throne?
I debate whether to get into a discussion on how women feel the need to wear heels to appeal to men, but that simply is a copout for the reason why women wear these dangerous things that throw off our body’s alignment, cause numerous injuries, and break our piggy banks. The real reason women or at least me wear heels is because I adore how I feel in them, plain and simple. I will choose to wear the most uncomfortable heels day in and out just because I feel better about myself in them. Am I crazy? Perhaps, but I guarantee that I am not the only woman in
Instead of tossing in the towel and changing my heels for more practical flats I decide from now on I will just wear socks as I descend and ascend my fifth floor chambers. To every other woman, or drag queen (especially my Danna) if the shoe fits and you love it- rock it girl with all the swagger you can muster!
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