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I've been covert for the past few months. Not by choice; by laziness.
After visting my family in Houston, I, like always, swooned over the city and Texas and how much I really love it. As a result, I came back to Brooklyn with the proposition to move my boyfriend, Mark, and I to Austin. I could finish film school there and he can do and study his music stuff.
Anyway, a few days after my return I got offered to be the personal assistant for the president of Ghostly International- one of my fave avant-guarde electro/tekno labels out there. I took the job. I mean, I plan on doing music video work and being the right hand man for the president of a pretty well know record label is really not going to look bad on my resume. Love the idea.
That's what I've been doing for the past few weeks while on educational hiatus. That job is complemented by the typical t wenty-something waiting gig in the neighborhood. But fuck it. I get to personal shop, implement my tastes into the shopping for the prez, and be treated like someone important when I walk into his Tribeca highrise.
I'm getting back on my feet. I'm trying to make New York work for me, as I feel that it's really kicked my ass over these past few years. But they say it takes two years to make yourself into a New Yorker. It's been a little more than two years now, but let me tell you something: that as long as I'm here, maybe more than likely, I'll play the role of the imbittered, busy New Yorker with a coke problem struggling for fab, but I'll always be Houstonian at heart, with my soul in Montrose, and my tilted toward the gorgeous pink fluffy Texas clouds.
After visting my family in Houston, I, like always, swooned over the city and Texas and how much I really love it. As a result, I came back to Brooklyn with the proposition to move my boyfriend, Mark, and I to Austin. I could finish film school there and he can do and study his music stuff.
Anyway, a few days after my return I got offered to be the personal assistant for the president of Ghostly International- one of my fave avant-guarde electro/tekno labels out there. I took the job. I mean, I plan on doing music video work and being the right hand man for the president of a pretty well know record label is really not going to look bad on my resume. Love the idea.
That's what I've been doing for the past few weeks while on educational hiatus. That job is complemented by the typical t wenty-something waiting gig in the neighborhood. But fuck it. I get to personal shop, implement my tastes into the shopping for the prez, and be treated like someone important when I walk into his Tribeca highrise.
I'm getting back on my feet. I'm trying to make New York work for me, as I feel that it's really kicked my ass over these past few years. But they say it takes two years to make yourself into a New Yorker. It's been a little more than two years now, but let me tell you something: that as long as I'm here, maybe more than likely, I'll play the role of the imbittered, busy New Yorker with a coke problem struggling for fab, but I'll always be Houstonian at heart, with my soul in Montrose, and my tilted toward the gorgeous pink fluffy Texas clouds.