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layin low

Namaste blog tribe

I’ve been layin low for the past week-ish. Aside from banging out novel and writing a shit ton of poetry, not too many has flipped otherwise.

Of course, when I lay low, plans and schemes take shape. So I guess it’s fair to say I’ve also been plotting and scheming. While I am a huge fan of how life is bobbing along right now, I always have at least three feasible back up plans at my fingertips.

You never know.

I’ve also been listening to this on repeat:

“Got a stack of rap snacks up in back of my chair, catalogue all my thoughts if you’re caring to hear.” “… don’t wanna be no rockstar, i’m too OG. Way deep in the beats, motivating the streets.” DOPENESS.

Anyways, I’m so bloody uptight all of the time. I considered this over the weekend. Not in my spare time, just when I hit the streets. I don’t mean to be, and I don’t think it’s a stress factor. My mate reckons it’s because I’m a Virgo.

Maybe it’s because I’m around uptight people. Considering my entire life essentially takes place in midtown Manhattan these days, it’s not like I’m rolling with the most relaxed group of individuals. I mean, they’re beautiful and interesting – relaxed? Not so much.

Having spent my 20’s and early 30’s becoming a citizen of Australia, I have a true appreciation for a more laid back life perspective. I believe this is probably possible in other parts of the States, but I belong in New York City. As long as I’m in this country anyways.

I have this thing about that…

I’m going to endeavor to be a bit more relaxed. Maybe I’ll wear four inch heels today instead of six. The track helps, I’m sure I’ll listen to it all day. Lightens my step.

Happy Monday cult collective.

 

 

birthday remix. new york style.

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IMG_3510Most of our loyal cult affiliates are aware that my birthday never goes for only one day. It usually ebbs and flows for a week-ish and I spend the month of September shouting out the whole being born concept. I’ve always just felt if there’s one thing to celebrate, it’s your birthday.

Meanwhile, I’ve developed this affinity for bottle popping. You see, if you’re a feisty female ready to go out whenever, New York City club promoters take notice. That said, I’ve recently surrounded myself with a handful of Manhattan’s finest hailing from Italy to Brooklyn and a few spots in between.

There’s something enthralling about your phone sporadically igniting seven days a week with messages like, “Le Souk tonight? 11pm walk in. Bottles all night.” Such messages are often accompanied by a secret passwordIMG_3299 you tell the doorman to skip the line and walk right inside.

It’s a bit pimped, really. Continue reading

three years strong

IMG_3291It occured to me this morning that last Monday, which was Labor Day here in the States, was my three year anniversary of being back.

In the past three years, aside from all the junky things that occurred in the midst of a nervous breakdown that my ex-husband packaged up for me on the way out the door; some of my most favorite things also happened.

I landed a perfect job as Writer Extraordinare; I managed to swing my own one bedroom in Hell’s Kitchen with two furry creatures; I’m halfway through “the” novel which will be the strongest I’ve done to date; and I have written some of the best poetry I’ve done, which will have it’s own “lost words” special edition coming after Novel is complete. Oh, and also, someone appeared in my life a few weeks ago, seemingly the most legit spirit I’ve IMG_3325seen.

It’s been a hell of a three years. Continue reading

not too. shhhhh.

IMG_3134After my thoughts about other Writer blah-gs earlier,  I decided to visit a few to catch up on the past years-ish. Something interesting I saw, is that while no one is brave enough to comment on a blog post publicly, they’ll happily “like” it on Facebook.

I guess this is where my post-grad communications dorkness shows. It stuns me that rather than individually support an Artist in their own forum – out of ease and convenience = humans thumbs up to show their approval while raising Facebook’s stock.

Because everyone knows, Mark Zuckerburg needs a raise. Continue reading

a week? dates.

IMG_3137Can’t believe a week flew by blog family.  That’s what happens at the end of a New York City summer. We all go nuts because we know the sidewalks just won’t be the same in a few months. Everyone crowds to street cafes to guzzle their last rounds of  frozen drinks before autumn arrives and we swap our summer cocktails for pumpkin ales and replace our singlets with sweaters.

Sigh.

It goes so fast.

To see summer out properly and conclude the ritual of forgetting that kid I liked for a week or so, I’ve been going on dates. Again.

Being a swaggy, independent lady like myself here in the big smoke – it’s pretty easy getting dates. I actually had three in the same day last week. Dates aren’t the hard thing to land. Second dates, that’s another story.  Continue reading

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