I didn't expect to get a response so soon, let alone any response to begin with, but I just happen to score an interview for a internship with Oak. What is Oak? It's only one of my favorite places to drop some may-jah cash on clothes.

Wish me luck, y'all.

Yea, i'm fully aware i'm 3 days late. So happy New Year to everyone ( Read more... )

So, ever since my crashing of the Fashion Week tent a month ago, my life has been rather uneventful. From time to time, i'll make unnecessary trips into SoHo just to put myself on display, or to watch others do the same, or to add to the wishlist in my head. I make my appearance in Yonkers to please the 'rents, but never willingly. BUt other than ( Read more... )

Crashing the Bryant Park tent was a fucking piece of cake.

You should try it.

And what's a fucking piece of cake with the icing (aka Negra Modelo), damn Chipotle for checking IDs.

So i'm kinda reeling over the fact that i'm in today's New York Daily News, or at least a picture of my stylish self is. I'm in an article about StyleMob, which is like a fashion-driven FaceBook/MySpace. I don't consider it a milestone achievement of any sort, but rather a boost  of confidence in my personal style.  There were tons of people they ( Read more... )

I've come to realize how much my summer job at the Westchester has become a televison drama/sitcom with a little "Mall Rats" thrown in the mix, just in a fancier location and and sans much of the Kevin Smith antics. Who would have thought that two of my friends would also be working there, that my coworker was also my second grade love interest, ( Read more... )

...all night f*king on a bed of dollars ( Read more... )

Aside from the satellite radio and cable TV provided by JetBlue, the cute flight attendant was the cherry on top of it all. I swear I spilled my OJ on my crotch by mistake.

I'm in cowboy country....so you know, save those horses.

end.

Ever have that dream when you engaging in some intimate situation (okay, SEX) with someone you presumably have feeling for and then you wake up the following morning and your naivety kicks in and you think it means something?

Well, yea....no...didn't think so.

End.

Elizabeth Bishop is my new love. I thought i'd never be able to write again, but after hearing her poems during a lecture given by the poetry editor of the New Yorker, Alice Quinn, I feel slightly inspired.

fin.