Rich Girl Status, “Novel” Writing, and Blade Runner

Well hello there!

To say things have been crazy doesn’t even cut it.

As usual, I’ll give you the bullet-ed run down of everything that’s been going on.

- Job from the Gods
New job is AMAZING. People are so incredibly nice and helpful, and it is light years away from the hell I lived in at fashion magazines. There are no politics, no egos, and people with bigger titles than the people at the high fashion magazine I slaved at, say hi to me in the mornings and treat me like a human being. Also, EVERYONE LEAVES BETWEEN 5:30 AND 6. EVERYDAY. It’s not even a big deal, it’s just how it is. I’m still a little shocked by it.
I’m still getting into the swing of things, but it’s going amazingly well. I’m very much happy here (and did I mention that I’m getting PAID? Like real money, not in favors, kindness, or bitcoins. MONEY. So much in fact, that when I checked my bank account after my first paycheck, I thought I was in that Shia LeBeouf movie where the drug lords wire money into his account and blackmail him when he takes it. I CAN PAY MY RENTTTTTT).

- Brooklyn living
Still living in Ditmas Park, BK. There was second where I was going to try to live with C (again) but I just did not have the funds to do it at the time. She was really upset for a while, but she ended up finding a (very small) cute place in Williamsburg where she’s living now. She wants me and S to move in with her in the coming months, but that’s contingent on whether her current roommates are down to leave when S and I want to move in. My back-up plan is to sign a six month lease for my current apartment with le boyfriend when he moves here (yes, I know), because he’ll need a place to live, and he really likes my apartment. Plus a lot of my furniture won’t fit in the place with C, so it would work out pretty well for all of us.
UPDATE: It turns out roommate is no longer planning on moving to Astoria, and is in fact planning on staying in this apartment and having girlfriend move back in with him. Soooo definitely hoping that C’s roommates don’t get too comfortable…

- Le boyfriend
Things are going very well :) We celebrated our one-year anniversary Marcvh 27th, and went to Virginia Beach so he could get re-certified in unarmed stage combat (how cool is that?). We mostly did a lot of driving to and from NYC, but it was a really fun road trip for both of us. It’s definitely hard being apart, but we’re doing well considering that we’ve basically been in a long-distance relationship for longer than we’ve been together o_O (which is just bizarre to think about). We’re going to Florida for Easter weekend with my parents in two weeks, which I’m very excited about :)

- Israel
Before this job I applied to Birthright because I decided that I needed to do some traveling, job applications be damned. Naturally when it rains it pours, so not only did I get accepted, but both my brother and sister did as well. So we’ll be going to the same program together in the summer. It’s going to be amazing. I’ve never been before, and while I’m most certainly not religious, it’s a great opportunity to see a place that I probably wouldn’t visit otherwise.

- Novel
So this is definitely an update that makes me happy. I’m finally getting shit done with this book I’ve had in my head since senior year of college. It’s evolving and changing and getting wonderfully complicated, and I can’t wait to get to a good place with it. I have about 30 pages or so, but a lot of it I have to rewrite, and I haven’t finished story boarding, but once I finish that, I plan to go back and edit/move forward. I’m really excited.

- Books
I’ve been reading A LOT. Like a lot, a lot. At this stage, I think I’m somewhere at a book a week roughly. I just went to the Strand and spent about 30 bucks and got four really good books: The Marriage Plot (Jeffrey Eugenides), Dune (Frank Herbert), Neuromancer (William Gibson), and Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (Philip K. Dick — the book that inspired Blade Runner). I also just finished Ursula Le Guinn’s The Left Hand of Darkness (which was okay, not as great as I thought it would be) and I have Stephen King’s It and H.G. Well’s War of the Worlds on deck (in addition to the books listed above obviously). So I’ve got a lot of adventures ready and waiting. They’re all stacked on the side of my bed that I don’t sleep on, and I think I’ve been sleeping better as a result (it’s weird I know, but boyfriend isn’t here, so just go with it).

So yeah! That’s my long list of updates. I’m starting to get into the groove of things here. It’s taken me a long time to be happy and find my place here, and while it’s still very much a work in progress, I think I’m doing okay.

See you next week!

Love, wine, and books, books, books,


Career Alternatives, End of Days, and The Usual Suspects

Tomorrow is my official last day at my current part-time job. I’m a little sad to leave, just because I felt like I was finally hitting my stride in terms of knowing what was going on within the company and being able to do beneficial work. BUT–

I will now get to finally be a (semi) adult human being who can fully pay rent, accrue savings (as opposed to living grocery trip to grocery trip), and finally get started in a realm that directly corresponds to my interests. 

^^ I kinda hesitated at the end of that sentence because I realized how haphazard my interests are. In case you didn’t know, I actually have a series of dream jobs lined up in case I decide that being in a cubicle is synonymous with prison. They are as follows. 

1) Librarian

- But at like the Library of Congress though. I would be very proper and studious in that everything would be orderly and clean, but I would turn by back at the cute nice girls in the back who were eating Oreos, and I would also wink and the sexy professor types. Once everything shut down for the evening, I would scurry to the mythology section and look at all the first editions of the fairy tales and contemplate how I would get away with stealing them (I never would). Also, I would absolutely rock the sexy librarian look (and you thought Peter Pan collars were juvenile). 

2) Book Shop Owner

I would be like Meg Ryan in “You’ve Got Mail,” but with better hair, a higher degree of literacy and knowledge of books, and I wouldn’t look at anyone forlornly and while whining (except if someone bought the last copy of a new book I was planning on reading). I would also be allowed to kick out anyone who questioned my decision to put all of Hemingway as far out of reach as possible except for The Sun Also Rises (everything else is just stacks on stacks of paper filled with monotony and misery). 

3) Tea Shop Owner

I went to this little tiny British tea shop when I was in London, and I’ve pretty much fallen in love with the whole process. If I could have my own teeny tiny tea shop that sold tea, biscuits, cookies, and crumpets the British way, complete with pastel/flowered mismatched china, tufted chairs, and a working gramophone, I’d be set. 

4) College Professor

I would be Professor McGonagall. I would grade your papers ruthlessly, but invite you to my office for tea and pleasant conversation. I would also make sure EVERYONE read the books, and I would spend my summers making lesson plans in a foreign country that pertained to the theme of my course. I would have a close (but not cultish) following of students, and we would talk about literature all the time. Boom. 

5) Crafty Farmer

True story, I totally fantasize about this. I would be a vegetarian farmer though, in that I would only sell dairy products. Any pigs I owned would be pets, preferably in teacup size (I would carry him in a front-pack while I gardened, and my coven of rabbits would follow me around as I picked things for them). Every morning I would feed my chickens, collect eggs, and make a variety of DIY home/bath products that I would sell alongside the milk/cheese/eggs assortment at farmer’s markets every weekend. I would have a great rapport with the other local farming families, but a special arrangement (not sexual, Jesus) with the kale man: I’d trade my eggs for his kale and it would be fantastic. 

6) Writer

This is the big and obvious one that I have full determination to actually make come true. I’ll live in some cute kind of bungalow in Cali and have a strict writing schedule that I adhere to every day (with time for gym runs of course). I’ll then release my book under pseudonym, it’ll get (hopefully) big, but as far as photos in magazines go, I’ll be completely anonymous. If they make my book into a movie, I’ll meet the stars only so I can go over script edits and things like that. I will be the Daft Punk of literature, or I guess a modern day George Eliot (except I will choose a pseudonym that isn’t overly masculine, like J.K. Rowling). 

So that’s the end of my list. Life updates are as follows:

1) Starting awesome, amazing, beautiful job on MONDAY

2) Still living way out in Brooklyn

3) Best friend hates me for not moving into a new place with her, because I can’t afford it 

4) Boyfriend is still wonderful, but still very far away

5) One-year anniversary with said boyfriend is in a week or so (which is WEIRD to think about)

6) It has been almost a full year since I graduated (holy fuck)

7) Things are starting to get better here, I’m starting to get more comfortable reaching out to people and making friends, so things are starting to move in a positive direction (AKA I’m no longer pretending to go out while actually binge watching Netflix and getting Chinese take-out every night). 

8) Oreos are my (not so new) vegan obsession. 


That’s my news! I’ll be back next week with updates on my new job!!


Ask questions, piss people off, and eat a fuck ton of quacamole,



I actually don’t know how this happened.

But like actually, I’m kind of still reeling from it all.

Since the hell that fashion week happened, I’ve been slowly but surely getting back into the job application groove. So the other day I saw a job posting about an open position at THE BEST BOOK PUBLISHING COMPANY EVER. Essentially the company that it would be my dream to work for. The position was for an editorial assistant in the department that handles celebrity, pop culture, and humor books. Awesome.

So, even though I knew it was a shot in the dark (as the job application process essentially is) I applied for it. I wrote a brand new kick ass cover letter, updated my resume, and just applied.

Last Thursday, in the middle of the day, I get a surprise call from a woman from HR. After about a 10 minute impromptu interview (in which I was totally unprepared and kind of shitting myself), I find out that THEY WANT TO INTERVIEW ME.

Naturally, I spend the rest of the week preparing my ass off and being more than a little panicky about it. I take work off Monday and interview with a woman in HR (who was pretty scary) and the two editors I would be assisting (who were so incredibly nice and wonderful). My interview process took a total of 2 1/2 hours. By the end I was suffering from severe dry mouth from talking so much. Surprisingly, I left feeling totally calm. I was basically like, “if they didn’t like me, than there’s nothing I can do about it. This is just who I am and that’s that.”

After my interview I was assigned two mini assignments to complete for the editors (which I again, slaved for perfection over). They were due this past Thursday, and Friday (yesterday). Friday (during which I was in charge of running the fashion closet, which was totally bananas, but that’s a different story), I got a call from the HR woman who hired me saying they were moving to the next step, and that they would be calling all my references.

Later that day, at around 5 o’clock, I got the call.




I’m still in shock. I’m putting in my two weeks notice on Monday for all my positions, after which I will be starting at a job that is exactly where I want to be. I can start my dream career and begin my journey to becoming a book editor.

So this weekend I’m snapping out of my borderline hermetic/agoraphobic depressive state and becoming  a person. I’m in the process of cleaning my room so it no longer looks like a take-out, Netflix addicted, depressed girl-woman lives there (well, some of that can’t be helped actually), and I’m going to start living. I’ve been hating myself for too long feeling like a half person for not having a real job and those days are finally over.

I FINALLY  have a job.

It’s a very strange feeling. I feel extremely…competent if that makes sense, but also still shaky about all of this change. People talk about how challenging transitional periods are, but you can’t really understand it until you’ve experienced one. Reflecting back on everything that’s happened since I’ve moved to the city, it feels very much like this was a lost year almost (I’m still looking at years in school time i.e. September through May).

I don’t want to waste any more time being unhappy, even if I am very much alone here other than C. I want to make greater strides in being outgoing and living instead of hiding out at home and feeling sorry for myself. So, I’m going to take baby steps to get out there and make friends.

So that’s the big news of the century. I’m finally getting somewhere. As opposed to peaking in college (not going to lie, I was pretty convinced I did for a while).

So, so, so happy today.

Fashion Week, False Resignations, and Desperate Getaways

Hello all,

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted, which I sincerely apologize for. It’s been quite a busy few weeks, but I’ll break it down in a nutshell.

1) Fashion Week- In addition to working more normal hours at the magazine company I’ve been at, I’ve been working Mondays and Fridays from 7 am until anywhere from 10 pm to midnight, AND from 5 until midnight on the other days of the week. This while also trying to write articles for my freelancing gig, apply for jobs, sleep, eat, and maybe see C every now and then. Needless to say, it’s been rough. Two weeks ago, I had a moment of clarity somewhere in between staring at an excel spreadsheet for 12 hours and opening invitations to fashions show that I would never be allowed to attend that I decided I was going to quit. I was so serious, I’d even had the whole conversation mapped out in my head, complete with back-up discussions, diversion tactics, and “break-in-case-of-emergency” conversation savers.

But then. They did that thing where they suck you in, and you go with it, because any shred of hope as an intern is basically a beacon emanating from some employment holy grail. I was gently ambushed by the assistants to the creative director (who is rather a big deal) and asked to be their intern and work directly for them. Naturally, I couldn’t say no.

What does this mean exactly? I guess it kind of means in a strange bastardized “living in an unpaid world” sort of way, I’d just gotten promoted. Fashion week ended last week, so I haven’t been able to work out with the assistants what my schedule is going to be like, or what sort of work I’m going to be doing. My plan is to not let them take my other three days though, unless they’re prepared to offer me some kind of temporary employment situation. I need to have time to go to the gym, read a book, and apply to jobs, and I just can’t do that if I’m working until 9 o’clock every night (because people don’t realize that if someone leaves at 8 pm in Manhattan, they will arrive home in Brooklyn around 9 pm). It’s hard to have a real life that is full a interesting if all your hours are devoted to sleeping and working in a office that has the money to pay you but doesn’t.

In this similar vein, I’ve come to the 100% conclusion that I absolutely don’t want to work in magazines. Like at all. I have no idea how I’m going to get out of this twisty covered wagon that’s careening in the opposite direction, but I’m doing my best to figure it out. I’m applying to jobs as much as I can and stalking the books department in one of the current companies I work for, but so far it hasn’t been fruitful.

I’ve been reading a lot of articles on the internet about interns lately, and how people are starting to take internships for granted as some kind of rite of passage that we must suffer through with begrudging acceptance. One of the many things that I find disturbing about it, is that many of the students that are being interviewed are between 24 and 29. TWENTY-NINE???????? AM I ACTUALLY GOING TO BE AN UNPAID INTERN UNTIL I’M ALMOST 30?????????? I cannot handle that. I legitimately cannot be an intern for the next 10 years of my life. It’s actually not acceptable. :Cue the articles where older generations call me entitled for wanting to support myself:

In other news, my best friend C who’s been living in Washington Heights is planning on moving out. She has a pretty bad living situation and has reached maximum capacity in terms of how much she’s willing to deal with it. I wish I could move into a place with her now, but I just got settled, and I just don’t have the resources or the time to move right now. She’s planning on signing a 6 month lease, so I’m hoping it happens sooner or later, because if it ends in August or September, than that would be the perfect time for me to move in with her and S (when she get’s her butt out of North Carolina).

In other news, I’m thinking about getting out of the country (unexpected, yes but also no). I’ve been looking into Birthright, and I think it’s something I might pursue. I’m by no means a religious person, and I’ve actively chosen not to take a stance on the Israel/Palestine issue (not for lack of care, but because I see both sides, and I have yet to find information either through word of mouth or via the internet that doesn’t have a bias of sorts) but I want to get out of the country and away from New York. I also think it would be a good opportunity to see a culture that my heritage is connected to, and see a part of the world that I’ve never seen. So that’s going to be one of my projects this week since the summer programs are opening tomorrow.

I’m sure that isn’t all that’s going on with me these days, but that’s what I have for now. In the meantime, I  plan on being much more consistent with these updates, because it’s rather hard to condense 3 weeks time into a single post.

Until next time fellow readers: stay warm, stay smart, and stay open.


Your Account Has Fallen Below the Required Minimum Balance: A Memoir

Hello all,

It is dark and snowy here on this Thursday evening in Brooklyn. I got home not too long ago for the gym (I joined a Planet Fitness that’s two stops away), and I’m feeling rather tired but glad I made it my priority today. I’m also sweating on account of the heat blasting in my apartment in combination with the spicy Indian sauce I made to go with dinner.

As you can see, there’s very little to report this week.

Although, my mum will being coming up to visit me this weekend, in a small moving truck with a lovely little couch, bookshelf, bed, and various other home essentials, so I’m really excited about that. Also my love is coming up next weekend, and we’re going to have an amazing time at this slam poetry show (!!!!!!!) that I got tickets for. The show was written by the founder of the slam poetry club at Ithaca, so I’m really excited to be going (especially since I missed it the last time it was running).

Otherwise, I think that’s really all that’s happening down here. I’m continuously trying to find more hours in the day to do things, but it’s very much a constant struggle to blog, have two jobs, freelance write, write/read on my own time, see friends, go to the gym, and cook. Sleep is not happening really (although we had a late start at work on Wednesday, and let me tell you- life looks pretty beautiful when you’ve had 9 hours of dead-to-the-world sleep), and I also somehow seem to be horribly broke. Like, “lemme-see-what’s-hiding-in-the-back-corner-of-my-savings” broke. As in, $3.25 in one account and $11.95 in the other. I’m essentially living on pasta and tofu until my paycheck comes in, which should hopefully be tomorrow or Saturday at the latest. (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)

So that’s all to report. I’m going to try to clean my room and unpack the half-full suitcases on my floor and put away everything in the furniture I don’t have, so my mother doesn’t think I’m living like a prepubescent high-schooler who thinks Lysol is a street drug.

Be calm, be observant, but always a little angsty,


Work Hard, Drink Hard and Remember That You’re Not Getting Paid

I’m starting today’s post with an excerpt of a conversation I had on Tuesday with a colleague.

Editor: “Did you get your hair cut?”

Me: “Yeah, I did. I actually got bangs too. My cousin did them for me. They were supposed to be straight-across bangs, but they didn’t turn out quite the way I wanted them too, but it’s fine, I pulled them to the side. They’ll grow out.”

Editor: “Is your cousin a hair stylist?”

Me: “No, but she cuts her own, and she has great bangs.”

Editor: ” Well that’s cute and indie and all, but you’re an adult now, and that’s what your hair stylist is for.”

Me: “…….”

I have a rather brilliant idea. How about you, Ms. Executive Editor, use your magic powers and procure me a job, and then I’ll have half a shot of getting my hair cut nicely for you in between paying New York rent on a midwest salary, paying my parents back for student loans, and (possibly) eating. The disdain for my life and situation is maddening.

On a different note, I’m going to Ithaca this weekend to visit le boyfriend and go to his little brother’s birthday party (it’s at a bowling alley, where my skills are most certainly wanting). It’s basically the only thing that’s getting me through the week right now. That, and racks on racks of cabernet. I wonder if all fashion closet interns, assistants etc. have secret drinking problems. Or maybe they just subside on a diet of raw foods, electrolyte-infused mineral/coconut water from Acapulco, and Xanax (they’re thin enough where it would make sense).

I don’t have a lot to share today, other than the fact that despite having to give up a lot of favorite foods, I really enjoy being vegan (is it just me, or do I talk about food way too much?) I clearly don’t belong at any of these magazines with my vegan ass and indie-fuck hair.

I’m trying to remember how and why I wanted to be here, again.

Love and veganism,


Brooklyn, Veganism, and My Fantasy Farm (I Swear This is Not the Name of a Hipster Co-op or an Aging Hippie’s Autobiography)

Hello friends!

I’m writing to you from my new local coffee shop in Ditmas Park, BK, and I must say it is quite a dream around these parts. I’m living off of Cortelyou Rd, which is the main strip in this neighborhood, and has many a cute coffee shop and restaurant (plus a local co-op!!!). It has been a while since I’ve updated, which I apologize for- the holidays for me are very family-oriented, so I’ve been technology-free for almost three weeks now (it was wonderful). But I’m now back in the city that never sleeps, and ready to get started with part two of year one. My updates are as follows:

1) I’m living in a one-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn courtesy of one of my co-workers at the underground magazine I’ve been writing for. Her close friend broke up with his girlfriend and wasn’t able to continue paying rent for the two of them in his apartment. My co-worker put me in touch with him, and I’m now living in a MASSIVE bedroom in the cutest apartment ever (he’s converted the closed-off living room into his bedroom). The apartment is kind 0f old which I love, and has a great kitchen and bathroom, not to mention that my bedroom is unfurnished, which means that I’m able to settle into my own room (FINALLY). But seriously, when I say this bedroom is huge, I mean it’s HUGE. Like 15 by 15 (and I’m paying a little over $700 a month, which makes it even more incredible). I don’t have a lot of furniture in there right now, but it has a lot of potential to be fantastic.

2) I’m currently interning in the fashion closet at ze large corporate fashion magazine. I’ll also be starting as an aide at my old job next week, and I’m still working on sorting out a freelancing opportunity with the underground fashion magazine. The fashion closet bit is rather interesting. As far as paperwork goes, I’m listed as a contractor (which is just not true) and HR has no idea that I’m working there. Not exactly comforting, but I figure if I do good work and get noticed, than it’ll be worth it (hopefully). A lot of the girls who work there are extremely vapid, and I’m not sure how I’m going to fit in with that. A lot of them talk about about celebrity news and clothes, and there’s really only so much I can say on those things before I feel like my brain is shutting down. I’m also the oldest intern there, and it shows. Blegh.

3) I’ve officially decided to go vegan. I’ve been a vegetarian for almost three years now, and it seemed like it was time to throw in the eating animal products towel. That being said, if I suddenly come into a large amount of farm land, than I will most certainly own cows and chickens and eat cheese and eggs (but I’ll never drink milk, that weirds me out). My big issue with eating cheese and eggs is the animal cruelty that goes hand in hand with those products (if you’ve read the recent Rolling Stone expose on this, you’ll know that  animal cruelty is still a serious on-going problem), and I don’t want to support that kind of brutality. My boyfriend’s neighbors have a chicken coop in their backyard filled with chickens that are free to roam around the backyard, aren’t kept in cages, fed three meals a day, and are only cramped when their snuggling together inside the coop when it’s cold. That I can get behind. But until the day that that becomes standard issue, I’ll be vegan.

4) I’m really excited to be meeting with Anna tomorrow to shoot my first interview for N3Y since I graduated! We’ll be shooting in my new apartment and around my neighborhood, so once the documentary comes out y’all can see the loveliness that is Ditmas Park.

I also promise to be better about posting this time around. There’s a lot of new and exciting things happening in the new year, and I’m excited for all of these new adventures!

Peace, love, and vegan curry (I say all of this ironically except for the curry of course),


Red Dye #5, Unpaid Interns, and General Fuckery

Hi friends,

Sorry it’s been a while. Life has been happening, but not the exciting kind where you have all this awesome shit to share, but the kind where you reach a trembling finger towards your key board to order Thai food at 8 pm and use every ounce of strength to answer the door when it rings because otherwise no Thai food (and you’re in the hole $12.50 plus tip).

Important updates are as follows:

- No word from bougie fashion magazine on whether not I’m being paid for my fashion closet services

- No word on whether or not that internship is in fact official or even legal

- No official decision made with current company regarding whether or not I’m working in a new position, or staying where I am. There’s been a lot of confusion lately about what the protocol is, because HR isn’t hiring interns or “aids” as they’re called now, it’s an outside agency. So I know nothing and neither does anyone else

- Still an unpaid intern at lovely underground magazine where I’m actually doing awesome work and learning things, but I don’t know how long I can keep that going without going freelance or getting paid…

- I’m positively begging humans via the NYC housing group on Facebook to show me their apartments so I can pay them disgusting amounts of money and not be homeless. Considering I’ve only been able to make two appointments for Thursday, I’m essentially Fucked with a capital F

- I have very little amounts of money, so Christmas presents are going to be a joke this year

- Ben & Jerry’s Red Velvet Ice cream is a joke and not worth it

- The roach family has retreated to a hide-y hole under my kitchen sink where I like to imagine that they’re rotting in hell, but they’re probably just waiting for an opportune moment to eat my face off in the night

- I have more dirty laundry than I have appropriate work clothes that I enjoy wearing (that doesn’t change even when I have clean clothes, so it’s a bit of a moot point)

- My room is too small to allow me to pack up my shit while also living in here, so my room is a Hunger Games-style obstacle course of suitcases, books, New York encrusted shoes, and plastic take-out utensils

- I am full of Ramen-style noodles from a fancy noodle place that was really good but expensive and I somewhat regret spending all that money (but it was so GOOD)

- My shower is flooding and I have little to no desire to buy yet another thing for this apartment, least of all Draino, which I’m actually terrified of (don’t fucking laugh- Draino is essentially Ebola in a bottle that lives under your kitchen sink next to your Windex and can horribly fuck with you. I dare you not to imagine the consequences of what ingesting such a chemical would do to you. If you really want to know though, I’ll tell you about a little kid I know of who did it and had to have a tracheotomy. Argument closed.)

- I’m hovering in the midst of chronic sarcasm, exhaustion, and crabbiness.

I hate being an intern. I hate that when it snows in NYC is turns into the consistency of freezing toilet water. I hate being broke. I hate not having a real job. I hate being told that I’m an entitled millenial because having 5+ internships doesn’t qualify you to have a real job, and you have to pay your dues for two years after you graduate college, which means not eating and having a roommate until you’re 30, but it still doesn’t matter because at least half your take-home income is being eaten and shit out by absurd rent prices, while 1% of New York City lives is a goddamn pent house while making $10,000 a day just for showing up to back to back meetings and holding a fucking pen in an authoritative manner. And yet somehow 20-something unpaid interns are entitled because we would like to qualify for minimum wage.


And looky that? We haven’t even started on student loans!!!

But actually I can’t start that. It’s too exhausting. And the red dye #5/cow brain mixture that is this god forsaken Ben & Jerry’s needs to be put in the back of the freezer where it belongs.

If I don’t post again, I’ve probably followed it into the freezer and found some kind of David Lynchian Narnia behind the Edamame peas and decided it was preferable to whatever this shit is that means being a college graduate.

Good night, good luck, and god help you.

Internships, Thai Food, and Julia Child

Well howdy! Can I just say that it still amazes me how much can happen in one week?

So for starters, we’re 2 for 3 folks!

I was offered the internship at the tiny, artsy, super cool fashion magazine (which I accepted), and am currently working there Monday’s and Friday’s. My first day was last Monday, and I got to write an article on the first day (which was way more than I was expecting, but definitely awesome). So I’ll be working there until I know what my schedule is definitively in January. And can I say that their offices are amazing? The magazine is run out of an old rope factory/warehouse in Brooklyn, and there are all these cute bars and coffee shops around. My favorite is this coffee shop called “Spina” that sells coffee for $2.50 (size large) and doesn’t charge you for almond milk (a damned crime it is, over-charging those with dairy allergies). Meanwhile, the coffee shop also doubles as a flower shop, so you can caffeinate yourself amongst pocket-sized cacti, succulents, and cabbage roses. Fills my heart with joy.

I was ALSO offered the internship at the big, corporate, Devil-Wears-Prada style magazine (!!!!!) which I also (naturally) accepted. There are still some logistical things that need to be worked out (namely, how I will be able to work there without receiving college credit or getting paid…) but I’ve been told that it’s being taken care of. I’m still a little concerned, and was definitely having a considerably long think about it, but I think there’s no way I can’t say no. Plus, considering that I’ll only be working Monday’s and Friday’s, I don’t think I’ll be in a position to be taken advantage of. I’ll be starting there in early January, and I’m SO excited.

Which brings me to internship #3, which is with my current company. I’m meeting with the hiring manager next Tuesday, and I should hopefully know if they’re keeping me on at the end of November or early December. I’m very much hoping they keep me, not only because I like it there, but because they’re also the only internship prospect I currently have that will pay me (I would get a 10 cent raise which is pretty nice). So let’s keep our fingers crossed that that turns out well too!

Next on my list will be finding a new sublet. Mine is up January 5th, so I need to start looking ASAP. I’m pretty confident I can find something, but I want it to be for longer rather than shorter, so I don’t have to keep moving over and over again. I’m also hoping I can move closer downtown, but at the same time, I know that the farther down you go in Manhattan, the higher the prices rise. Once again, I am at the mercy of timing and fate. Let the gods be good to me.

In other news, seeing my boyfriend this weekend was amazing as always. The time I get to see him is never enough, and I can’t wait until his theatre projects are over/he can afford to move up here. We talk on the phone everyday, but as I’m sure you can imagine, it’s hard. Yet I’d honestly rather be with him and see him every two weeks and talk to him on the phone, than be with someone else here in the city. Go ahead and cue the vomit, but what we have is worth the long distance. I’ll be going to his family’s for Thanksgiving, which means I have to channel Julia Child (baking is not exactly my forte, but than again there are worse things

—We interrupt this post because Thai food has arrived, and nobody puts Green Curry in the corner.—

Sorry I’m back. Thai food and Netflix are having a passionate love affair, and when one happens, the other (specifically Parks & Rec) soon follows. So alas I’m posting this far later than I expected, but I think I’ve successfully conveyed all that is happening. I should also mention that if y’all are curious about anything, feel free to comment and ask whatever you’d like. Well, within reason, of course.

May your evening be joyous and your weekend be fair.


Thirsty Thursday

Let me start by saying that Wednesday will be my official “day-of-the-post,” but it’s been a hectic week, so forgive the 24 hour lateness.

But anyways, EXCITING NEWS. I have not one, but TWO interviews tomorrow (can we take a moment and think about that? WHAT IS THIS) which I’m quite excited about, so this will be a short post, because I need to prepare and sound like an articulate human being. They are both for internship positions, but because I am J- professional intern, full-time worrier, part-time optimist, freelance crazy person- I’ll take what I can get.

Interviews for tomorrow are as follows:

1) Fashion Closet Intern at very, very well-known women’s fashion magazine

2) Fashion Editorial Intern at alternative/artsy/underground print/online fashion magazine

Both sound very appealing (although one is definitely unpaid. I’ll let you guess which one) so I’m really excited to have options (basically I’m just happy they want to talk to me). So we shall see what happens. Hopefully good things.

On a separate, unrelated note, love of my life arrives tomorrow evening to spend the weekend with me, which I am beyond thrilled about. I saw him about two weeks ago, so not a ton of time has passed, but prior to that we hadn’t seen each other in about a month, which was nuts, so we’re recovering from that by being stupid and cute, and seeing each other as often as possible.

So to summarize le news and report other updates:

2: Interviews I have tomorrow

1: Sexy boyfriend coming to see me

3: Days I have to spend with said boyfriend

3: Amount of roaches currently feng shui-ing the cabinet above my fridge

$78.97: Amount of dollars being credited to my account in place of my lost monthly metro card

^$400: Average amount of dollars being deposited into my account tomorrow (PAYDAY)

5: Oreos I ate while writing this

0: Fucks I give about it

0: Amount of pages of Game of Thrones I’ve read today :cries:

- 1,235,680,923: Amount of dislikes I have for Lily Allen’s stupid (and marginalizing) excuse for a song about feminism. Why? Well you’ll just have to ask me about it.


Aaaaaannnndddd I’m done. Until next time folks!