Thursday, August 27, 2009

An open letter to New York City.

Dear City,

I would like to extend a big fat fuck you.
Fuck you for trying to break me. For a minute there I'm sure you thought you had me. Then I came to my senses and now there is no way you can beat me. 
Fuck you for putting douchebags in my life, but thanks for the lesson. Here's another one: Karma is a bitch.
Fuck you for trying to make me doubt myself. I am a strong independent person and will never let you or anyone else get in the way of me thinking that again.
Fuck you for trying to change me. I will never turn into a self serving bitter person that you have turned so many people into. I will always be amazing. Deal with it.

Fuck you very much,

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Only in The fucking Heights

would you have people parked outside your apartment building sitting on lawn chairs hanging out.

Thank God I'm moving on Saturday (more on that later)
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Saturday, August 22, 2009


Are you a fan of Victoria Secret, PINK, The Hills and Carrie Underwood?

Then you might be someone I know and I hate all three. 

Monday, August 17, 2009

Pewter seems to not like me.

Remember this necklace

Yea. Apparently I'm allergic to pewter or it's a very very bad sign I am doomed.

The essence of New York City

What is your idea of the essence of New York City? If you had to take a snapshot of something/one that encompasses your idea of the city, what would it be?

I'm having a hard time with this right now. All I'm getting is a dirty overflowing trash can. Obnoxious illegal immigrants. Shady people. Tiny apartments with no room. Rude motherfuckers. Scam artists. 

You can pretty much say, I'm over New York City. 
I think it's time for another getaway. 

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

The city from the roof of the Met pre-storm.

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Thursday, August 6, 2009

Facebook status.

Did I really need to know you have a urinary track infection? Was it seriously necessary? Thank you again for that mental image.
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009


At this time, it doesn't seem like a proper time to be lobbying for a new journal- considering I barely can keep yall entertained and anytime I pick up a pen, it's for art purposes only- but I don't care.

I want this journal. How much fun would that be???

ps- Since I'm on here, I might as well make a journal entry.
Dear Diary,
Life is great. Even though I like to whine about being so busy, it's a good busy that I'm happy about. I am being challenged. I am using the part of my brain that I excel at. I'm just happy.

Boyfriend is amazing and supportive. I cannot wait to see him next weekend. He is going with me to the Tori Amos concert at Radio City Hall (see? That just proves how awesome he is). This past weekend we went on a date to see Avenue Q. I'm really glad he got to see it before it closes. We also got stuck in the rain twice and I didn't even bitch about it. be proud of me.

I am living on a budget quite nicely. I do not remember what the inside of a retail store looks like and just the other day, I recycled a pair of jeans into shorts (I'm super proud of myself for that one). Then I looked into buying Photoshop and Illustrator and nearly cried. Maybe for Christmas?

I must go now. Tomorrow is a long day- 10 hours at school and I haven't finished my homework.