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29 May Girlfriends
I’m always so amused when women say that they don’t have any friends that are girls–they get a long better with guys. Um. Okay. Who is going to appreciate when you text a picture of your manicure you stayed up super late to do? Who’s...
28 May That One Time I Got Kicked Out of the Met…
I went to the Met to see the new Punk: Chaos to Couture exhibit on Sunday. I was really excited, I dressed in my version of punk and headed to meet some new and old friends to indulge in the ultimate New York fare. An afternoon...
24 May What Would You Do?
I need some time management skills. Either that or get used to not sleeping. I’m so tired I could put my head down at my desk and sleep. I haven’t had a nap, an intentional nap, since I’ve moved to New York. There aren’t enough hours in...
21 May That Girl That Used to Blog
Hey guys. I miss you–like eveeeeerrrryyydayyyy. Remember me? That girl who used to blog? I went home to Harrisburg two weekends ago for Mother’s Day. Nothing puts things in perspective like sleeping in the bed you grew up in. I notice weird things like my...
01 May My Phone Died.
I reached an entirely new level of crazy. I considered asking a stranger to use her phone. To Instagram a picture. Pause for effect. She wasn’t exactly a stranger, we were seated beside each other at my last Tribeca Film Festival screening that day and she...
30 Apr A Cupcake at Tiffany’s
True story, it is freaking expensive to live in New York. If you breathe too loud, it will cost you. If you buy anything in a tourist-ridden area, it will cost you double. When I think of what I’m paying in rent compared to what...
22 Apr Sauza de Blogo
Two Saturdays was one of those great New York moments, that I used to read about. Or see on Sex and the City. I brought together old friends, made new ones and all for Sauza de Blogo. What? Sauza de Blogo. Sauza Tequila tasked me...
19 Apr UPS Lost My Passport
So remember that TV show I jokingly said that Channing in the City needed? Wednesday was nothing but material for this show that I think my friend and I are going to write (be the change you want to see, right?). I openly cried in...