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monday thru wednesday, i’m too busy playing spy games

to dress like this.

Instead, I paint my nails black, throw on my smart clothes, and head to the cafe for a little people watching.

Nothing reads espionage quite like wool and tweed. I thank Sherlock Holmes for that.

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don’t worry, i only dress like this thursday thru sunday

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(Natasha Poly/ Vogue Paris) (Jacquelyn Jablonski/ Vogue Germany)

WAGs: showing up the world cup

Watch the world cup, did you? Not me.

Could. Not. Care. (Unless of course, the press/telly coverage involved shirtless photos.)

I was far too busy checking out what their “lady friends” were wearing, duh.

But maybe you were a little more dilligent than I was and actually cheered your team. Or not. Maybe you, too, just like hot, shirtless men. [...]

scenes on my streets of new york city

back when being young was fun . . .

Not much has changed since this photo was taken way back in 1989.

My dad doesn’t have that mustache anymore, but I’ll bet he still has and wears that shirt. I’m not in diapers anymore, but my forehead-to-rest-of-face ratio hasn’t changed all that much. My twin brother, Womb Buddy, still looks exactly the same, and in a couple of years, will have the same amount of hair [...]

fries with that?

Yesssss please!

So, a couple of nights ago (Or maybe just last night? -They all seem to run together), my delightful roommate, Matt, was all, Hey, I’m going to McDonald’s. Wanna come with? Keeg and I were like sure, let’s go. Our other roommate joined in. We all walked, some more awkwardly than others (because he has a tendency to shake his hips when he walks), and when we arrived [...]

here comes the sun: write. rinse. repeat.

The Sun is rising over Astoria, and I can hear the nagging voice of a friend in the back of my head, Jaq, you can’t just hide out in Queens forever. I mean, what is there to even do there? At least move back to the City. . . But seriously, come back to LA already. Just visit for a spell, please, please, prettttty pleasssse?

Pffffff.

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creepy old men make for grumpy young women

Beware: this is not a nice post that accentuates the sunshine in my personality. It tackles a problem that needs to be addressed.

To me, creepy old men at the bar are something to be avoided- much like the plague, speeding tickets, and drunk people who are known for their projectile vomiting skills (that duh, I clearly covet).

I don’t know why I find creepy, old men so repulsive. Maybe it’s the [...]

Kylie Meets White Snake

So Wednesday, turns out out Brandon (you may formerly know him as “Brandon-my-pansexual-ex-neighbor”) was in town from Connecticut. I met up with him and Kylie at Central Park, and of course, some creepy older white guy with a shaved head just happened to have his snake with him at the park. Clearly using it as a social tool to meet people who had questions about the snakes curiously white [...]

DIY chess board on my patio table

OMG Pretty Birds! Tomorrow I’m going to paint a chess board on my patio table and refurnish some chairs I found on the street . . . and then, of course, I’m going to throw on a dress and some heels and head to a book store and read all the $15 magazines my heart desires (and yet, cannot afford )

Hope you’re all enjoying a lazy Sunday on this [...]