Had my first grab and street harassment. Some weirdo grabbed my wrist and said he'd "nail me". He took off before I reacted. It was some black homeless dude. So I bought these bad boys. They have shards of very pointy sharp metal my friend at works calls "pretty razor blades." now I can swiftly and painfully kick anyone in the crotch that harasses me.

Sunday Night Updates

Good weekend. Keeping the red lipstick look for the whole weekend. Walked around the city for a while and headed down to central park.

Felicity

So excited to go home next month. Bought these shirts for my perfect niece.

Zocflock Summer bash

Brooklyn botanical garden

Today I had one of those magical New York moments where everything is beautiful and perfect.


False. Unless its opposite day. Today sucked balls.

Today i woke up with the worst migraine ever. So bad i got sent home from work. BUT my ass still tried to get to work, gagging the whole way there through China Town and Little Italy. In the 100 degree, no air street, at 8am. China town still manages to have that rotting decaying fish smell since they sell them on the bloody street everyday. After passing through that delightful area, I then get to make it to Little Italy where they hose the street down with bleach and water every morning to get the tourist puke off the floor. Normally this doesn't bother me, it barely resisters to me. But when you have a migraine and smells take over, it feels like death. Hot seamy death.

If New York was a person, it would be a large obese man; hot and sweaty. With clogged street's for arteries full of fumes and hot smoke, barely moving at all. He would be loud and demanding and rude, cutting you off then swearing at you for getting in his way. His stench would be the garbage that rots on the street, that little old ladies and the homeless hunch over picking through for empty plastic bottles. He would be restless and bored and ever moving but unimpressed by what he saw. He would see me and laugh at me. He would see me struggling, unknowing and unsure. And he would kick my ass like he did today.

quotes and photos by my fave writer

“Sometimes she has imagined what it would be like to fly, to live in the river, to run like a horse. She has dreamed of that freedom, that power, and fears the wildness in herself that wants to live as beasts live, moved purely by need and desire. She has felt torn between the heat of her limbs and the thoughts in her mind telling her to be careful and good and always calm. Don’t scream or cry, don’t run to him and throw yourself at his feet, pleading for him to take you in his arms, don’t strip off your clothes and run naked to the water, wild with wanting.” ― Francesca Lia Block


  “…choose to believe in your own myth your own glamour your own spell a young woman who does this (even if she is just pretending) has everything….” ― Francesca Lia Block, How to (Un)cage a Girl


  “A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven’t eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs -Francesca Lia Block,

Been hanging out with girls from work, which is nice. It's hard to leave friends and start over or Im just really lazy.

The girls here have so much style it makes me envious I spent so much time in flip flops and cut offs in Florida. But my style inspiration is still more old school or old school inspired.







So far all I've gotten into his hair accessories. Cause im so super daring in fashion.

Central park photos two

Central Park

Saw a great movie, "Lola Versus" around 11:30 tonight. Walked home after.

I have been a weird version of homesick lately. I miss my sister and niece like a limb but it's different then a miss-you-homesick feeling.

I was miserable in Florida. I loved having family and friends to be with but I always wanted to live elsewhere.  Now I do. Does this make me happier? yes.  Does it solve the what to do with my life dalema?

No. Not that it even is one, it's just natural for me to question and reflect where I am in life. I just knew, If I was going to invest in myself and buy an education for myself, putting myself through college (shout out to hillbilly loan officer Sally Mae who I am slowly paying off, I think I'll be 50 when I'm finished) I would work. I like to work. I like my job very much. I like to challenge myself and be good at what i do. But I wonder.

I never wanted to be someone's wife or mom. Not that it's a bad thing, at all. But i see my friends, I see them having babies and getting married and though I don't want it, I do wonder if it makes them happier.


everyone puts their best happy face when it comes to broadcasting it to the world, like Facebook.  So it really is hard to tell whose happy and whose faking One song I've been listening to is this Norwegian band, Kings of Convenience. They have such an amazing song called "Homesick" I listen to it all the time. Its an amazing band in general but I just love that song. I am posting lyrics and youtube clip because this is now become a lamer Livejournal then Livejournal was.






"Homesick"

I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy,
but I can't stop listening to the sound
of two soft voices
blended in perfection
from the reels of this record that I've found.

Every day there's a boy in the mirror asking me...
What are you doing here?
Finding all my previous motives
growing increasingly unclear.

I've traveled far and I've burned all the bridges
I believed as soon as I hit land
all the other options held before me,
would wither in the light of my plan.

So I'll lose some sales and my boss won't be happy,
but there's only one thing on my mind
searching boxes underneath the counter,
on a chance that on a tape I'd find...
a song for someone who needs somewhere to long for.

Homesick.
Because I no longer know where home is.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oll6UfK6iUg

Had din dins at Strip House (an amazing steak house) and THIS GUY was sitting next to us. Like right next to us, its long rows of tables so everyone sat close.
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001629/


He sat at a table with four other people, an agent who was the loudest and 3 other people who took themselves very seriously. The toast was the best part. It was like hearing people outloud stroke their own egos. He looked like a creepy creepster, I wouldn't have noticed who he was EXCEPT his agent name dropped every five seconds and he had his book, HIS BOOK, was sitting out on the table facing outward so everyone who would walk by could see it.


So it was a fun, funny night.





Also, I noticed at work, when i leave at 6pm (even though i get there at 8:30) people seriously , SERIOUSLY say to me, "oh having a half day?" I am salary + commission but it's so competitive I swear people would sleep over if they could to prove they stay the longest. It leaves me zero time to do anything after work at 7 except gym-then sleep. This shit is making me tired just thinking about it. Night Night

Central Park and Uptown