Namaste cult collective
For the past few days I have been scooting around midtown and the likes of Central Park with puppies in tow. Peanut doesn’t pull quite how I had hoped, but a scooter is certainly no bike. At least pushing myself around is cardio. I think. And I heard cardio is healthy.
Once again, I digress. So like I was saying, Scooter.
Last Saturday I took the C train to W4th Street and wandered to the east side where I visited Urban Motion on 12th Street. A friendly sales boy greeted me with a beaming, “So what type of scooter are you looking for?” Continue reading
Fronkles has mange, I believe it’s sarcoptic mange, and it’s the worst thing ever! Continue reading
I am very happy that it is Friday blog family. Alas, my book proposal is still not finished. While this sort of sucks, I’m still proud of what I’ve put together over the past 12 days. 12 days isn’t really that long seeing as I’ve been ranting about coming to New York City to get published for over four years now. Continue reading
Namaste blog family
I was thinking of how divine it was those weeks that I had no telephone. However, being a lover of gadgets, and one who enjoys getting my Instagram on – I understand the purpose of maintaining the small plastic device that stays nested in my handbag. So instead of tossing the phone once and for all, I decided to delete all of my contacts instead. Continue reading
Dear Blog Family
My birthday was epic! It went on for a record period of time and there were lots of things that happened during it.
Nearly four years into blahg-ville, I can’t possibly be dishonest about what went down over the past 48-hours. On the actual day of my birthday, I woke up in the morning and sobbed into my journal. I sobbed over a few Christmas pasts and I also spent five to ten minutes boo-hooing over the present state of general humanity.
Then my best friend in Colorado phoned me and sang the most wonderful happy birthday song into my voicemail, which I naturally had to listen to twice. Shortly after, her brother phoned me to say that we were going to a club on Bowery for free bottle service. Then he picked me up in a droptop… super fun birthday drive!
Later that evening, in an SUV rental, myself with three sexy ladies and my boy cruised back to Manhattan. At some stage I was drinking champagne out of the bottle, and we played this song dancing in the car: Continue reading