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A Winey Adventure

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The gang and I are going on a wine tasting tour in Long Island tomorrow!! While I'm pretty sure I won't get to stop in a giant tub of grapes like Lucy, you can bet that I'll be enjoying the fermented fruit in my own way (even though I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to wine...). If you follow me on Instagram, I apologize in advance for inundating you with filtered pics of this adventure.   

I love this quote so much

(Sorry about all the F-words, mom) “You think you’re such a fucking free spirit because you shacked up with me for two months? I have been living this life for 25 fucking years. I am going to look 50 when I’m 30! I’m going to be so fucking fat like Nico and you know why? It’s because I’ll be full of experiences. But you—you’ll have only lived with me, that will be the one thing you’ve got.“ --Jessa to Thomas John on GIRLS

"...Because I don't really do it"

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EH came to visit for Memorial Day weekend, and Mother Nature decided to be a real BEAST and instead of warming us with her sunshine, she assaulted us with wind and drizzle and cold temps. So we rebelled and went to the movies. Frances Ha is about two good friends in New York City. One leaves to live with her boyfriend and the other one stays and struggles in all aspects of her city life: career, romance, misc. It mirrored life so much that even though the film was in black and white, I saw it in color. It was magic. You just have to see it.

"Flying"

by Richard Wilbur Treetops are not so high Nor I so low That I don't instinctively know How it would be to fly Through gaps that the wind makes, when The leaves arouse And there is a lifting of boughs That settle and lift again. Whatever my kind may be, It is not absurd To confuse myself with a bird For the space of a reverie: My species never flew, But I somehow know It is something that long ago I almost adapted to.

Totally Not Bragging... But Look At How Sporty I Am!

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Chelsea Vs. Manchester City May 2013 EH was in town and is a huge Chelsea fan, so when we found out this Expo game was happening, we hunted down tickets on CraigsList and met a guy name Omar at the McDonald's outside Yankees Stadium to make the deal. It was FREEEZING outside, and we lost, but it was my first soccer game and so great to be with EH. Brooklyn Nets March 2013 I went to the newly opened Barclay's Center to watch the newly Br ooklyn Nets with my roommates and some of their friends. Our seats were the epitome of nosebleeds, but the beer was great and so was the m usic. So much Beyonce! New York Mets May 2013 I won free tickets at work and got t o bring two friends, wear free Tshirts,  and go out on the field during the Natio nal A nthem ! The onl y thing better than Tuesday ni ght baseball is FREE Tuesday night baseball! New York Giants December 2012 Although the day of th is game started out with a pretty brutal hangover and I was

Only Weirdos Want to Date Me

Yes, I online date. I mean, I don't actually go on dates, but I am online. In fact, an overwhelming majority of my single NYC crew consists of online daters--though, unlike me, they're the kind that actually go on dates. They get messages from cool guys with cool beards and cool girls with cool jobs, and I get messages from guys with names like "Girlstopplayin" and "Footballfishing" who describe their body types as "jacked" and are looking for a girl with a "nice smile and tight ass." These quote marks aren't a joke, you guys.  Exhibit A: Messages Sometimes I get really flattering messages like one that said, " hey there, you seem like a cool woman. cute smile, funky fashion and a you look really full of life " (Did he just call my fashion sense "funky"??) And sometimes I get messages that get right to the point: " def a cutie ." That is literally all it said. Sometimes guys send me messages that ma
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Three Levels of Napping

Level 1: On top of covers, curtains open, alarm set Level II: On top of covers with blanket, fan on, bra off, alarm set Level III: Under covers, fan on, curtains closed, contacts out, bra most definitely off, roommates notified, alarm off, phone silenced

"Go Home"

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SS introduced me to this gem of a band, and a couple Fridays ago, we went to th e Knitting Factory in Williamsburg to listen to them seranade us back to life after a hellish long work week. It was perfect. I thanked her, and now you can thank me.

A Day in May: In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb

Today was a beautiful, sunshinny, finally-feels-like-spring kind of day. I went for a walk during my lunch break and bought stamps and Mentos chewing candies, which I sucked on as I meandered around the Upper East Side for 45 minutes. I walked in the direction of the stop lights, crossing streets when approaching green lights and turning corners when approaching red lights. Preferring the sunny side of the street, I walked while listening to the music that I listened to last summer, and my skin felt warm and so did my soul. I lost track of time and was a couple minutes late returning to my desk. My cheeks were flushed and my mind refreshed. I sat down to scheduling requests and prescription follow-ups. Then, like a ominious cloud that passes past the hot sun causing people to look up at the sky with furrowed brows and then reach for their sweaters, the phone rang in the doctor's office next to my desk. I heard as Dr. M answered calmly and gave bad news to a waiting patient about
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Back to Basics

I write as a means of figuring shit out. It's a way of making sense of the world, of taking experiences and memories and dreams and turning them into words, then stories, then hopefully eventually a concrete understanding of something abstract. At least this is why I used to write, but lately I haven't been writing at all. When I thought about why that is, what has changed in the past 6 months that has caused a cease-fire in the mental battles of my brain between what I understand and what I don't, I think all signs point to TOO MUCH. I live in New York City, and there is just TOO DAMN MUCH. Too much to see and taste and describe and comprehend and appreciate. Too much traffic, too much noise, too much to take in. Instead of cherishing little nuggets of clarity throughout my day, on the subway or at the grocery store, I keep my headphones in and my head down. I don't try to listen or comprehend or appreciate at all because it's all TOO MUCH, and as a result, I do