Blog Slacking
It's not that I don't want to write. I do. I've been running on auto-pilot now for the last month, unable to think or breathe or most importantly--sleep. Last night Current Man in Life took one look at me and said: "Um, you look exhausted." Great. Well, he is right. I am so tired that I now have the capability of falling asleep anywhere. I used to be the girl who could not close her eyes on the T and annoyingly stared at the cieling for at least an hour before falling asleep at night. This morning I woke up just as the train pulled into Government Center with drool running down my face and last night I was passed out probably before my head hit the pillow. Ever since CML came into the picture I've been staying up with him until 2, 3, 4 o'clock in the morning and then either crashing on his couch (he refuses to sleep in his bed...) or throwing myself into my car and beginning the journey home to either Newton or Nahant depending on how late it is and therefore how angry my parents would be. I feel guilty. Is hiding the truth considered lying? I am not interested in dealing with any drama, yelling, or racial slurs.
Liz and I went to NYC this weekend. I would like to go into full detail, but I'm not sure I have the energy or the time. I DID meet Tory Burch, though. This is a story worth telling. I was sitting in her boutique in Greenwich Village and staring longingly at the people across from me who claimed to own Tory Burch. A few minutes later, the unattractive man screamed: "TORY!" And in walked Tory Burch. No, she did not give me free shoes, but a lot of people asked me that question. I would KILL for a pair of Tory Burch flats. Just so everyone knows, I do not play it cool in situations such as this "celebrity" siting. I definitely sat bug-eyed on the couch with my mouth hanging open and ignored Liz as she glared at me and told me to "play it cool." I soon decided it was necessary to purchase something so I bought $45 dollar rubber flip flops that are impossible to walk in.
Like Rome, NYC speaks to me. Boston does as well, but I don't live there anymore. As much as I love Jewish people, I'm pretty much all set w/the whole Metro West area and ready to get back into the thick of things. I'm not sure if I'm cool enough for New York. Reason: Saturday night at 2:55am, I left a bar and tried to hail a cab. I threw my hands up in the air and instantaneously nosedived into a gutter. The cab did stop, though, and everyone on the street clapped. Clapped.
Liz and I went to NYC this weekend. I would like to go into full detail, but I'm not sure I have the energy or the time. I DID meet Tory Burch, though. This is a story worth telling. I was sitting in her boutique in Greenwich Village and staring longingly at the people across from me who claimed to own Tory Burch. A few minutes later, the unattractive man screamed: "TORY!" And in walked Tory Burch. No, she did not give me free shoes, but a lot of people asked me that question. I would KILL for a pair of Tory Burch flats. Just so everyone knows, I do not play it cool in situations such as this "celebrity" siting. I definitely sat bug-eyed on the couch with my mouth hanging open and ignored Liz as she glared at me and told me to "play it cool." I soon decided it was necessary to purchase something so I bought $45 dollar rubber flip flops that are impossible to walk in.
Like Rome, NYC speaks to me. Boston does as well, but I don't live there anymore. As much as I love Jewish people, I'm pretty much all set w/the whole Metro West area and ready to get back into the thick of things. I'm not sure if I'm cool enough for New York. Reason: Saturday night at 2:55am, I left a bar and tried to hail a cab. I threw my hands up in the air and instantaneously nosedived into a gutter. The cab did stop, though, and everyone on the street clapped. Clapped.