where I can fall asleep looking out and watching those same three familiar red lights flashing not-quite-in-sync. It’s where it smells like bacon (always). It’s where I fall asleep on Kelly’s bed because I couldn’t make it the ten more feet to my own. It’s where I can’t get away...
If I feel so inclined, I might have two obsession posts today… especially given that I didn’t do one yesterday. Things just got a little hectic toward the end of day at work (I had to call every store in Manhattan on a rabid search for pom poms. It was...
I wake up to about a billion emails a day. And by a billion, I mean a dozen. But whatever. Though I delete most of my morning emails, I don’t deny their awesomeness. I receive tons of discount emails and when they don’t make me feel poor (60% off of...
I think I’ve mentioned before the camp I went to this summer with my dad and my little brother. It was empowering an thoroughly enjoyable. The theme of the camp kind of revolved around some Native American imagery and how we, as dedicated individuals, could harness the “warrior” within. I’d...
I’ve been experimenting with a couple of different looks. I just scheduled a hair appointment on Tuesday and I’m literally going to walk into the salon (at 8 a.m. Woof.) and be a human canvas. I’m ready for a change. And a lighter load. My haircut rules: If you cut...
So… more photography nerdy-ness, I know. But who doesn’t love a Polaroid camera, right? I remember when I first used them for Girl Scout crafts in first grade. They’re just as awesome now as they were then. The only problem is that they cost an arm and a leg. But...
So there’s this boy named Manny. And Manny and I are really good friends. Occasionally, he pisses me off because he won’t shut up (he’s kind of an attention whore), but we get along relatively well and spend ridiculous amounts of time together. He knows what to say to wake...
I was sitting on my ownwith half an empty seat beside me.And he walked on with his guitarand started to berate me. “Why you smiling, little girl,”(I’d politely smiled and moved right)But then his hateful words continuedas a drunk man picked a pointless fight With a white girl minding all...
Speaking of love… So there’s this girl. And she is the epitome of klass (with a K). She’s confident and beautiful and an incredible writer. She’s also a journalist and has a recent obsession with photography. She loves traveling and is a romantic like yours truly. She’s also my sister;...
My dad tells this story… When he first found out that my mom was pregnant with me, he was scared. He loved my older brother so much and was worried that he wouldn’t be able to love me the same way. But when I came out in all my perfect...