For 5 years I put my blog first and whatever job second. I would post 2-3 times a week and spent hours on Photoshop building the perfect article. I wrote on the train ride into work, Sunday afternoons at Barnes & Noble, and I swear writing even cured my hangovers. After a while it killed me that I couldn’t give this blog my all because of the job I had. My parents agreed to give me 6 months focus on my blog if I worked hard and made enough money. I was 23, fearless, passionate… And in for a ride.

Everything was going well in the beginning. I had more time to network my ass off and build relationships with people in the fashion and entertainment industry. Phone call with Leah Jenner? No problem. Interview Carmelo Anthony? Done. You could no longer find me in Barnes & Noble, I was a girl on the go and no one could stop me.

I challenged myself to make every post more creative than the last. It wasn’t just a “blog post” it was a full on slide show with graphics, a Instagram flipagram, a photoshoot- it was my baby. I taught myself new tricks and took a course at NYU to learn how to code and use HTML.

About 5 months later and a very low income from my sponsored posts, I started having second thoughts. On top of that, something I loved, my therapy, wasn’t fun anymore. It dawned on me that my time was almost up, and that was ok.

At first I thought maybe I wasn’t ready. That’s probably true, but when are we ever really ready start a new career or a new beginning? Many of us feel we’re ready, but never take the chance. Well, I’m happy I took mine.

It’s been almost a year at my current job and I continue to be humbled by the fact that I don’t know it all. There’s so much left to learn and I’m excited to go to work everyday knowing I’ll be faced with a new challenge.

In the end, I’ll always believe in chasing a dream but I’m no longer afraid that dream is running away from me. We’ll meet again soon.

You Know Your Getting Old When…

1. You swoon over a request from a hot guy on LinkedIn and not Facebook.

2. You stop looking at your ex’s tweets because your too busy following real life issues.

3. You realize that Instagram fame won’t pay the bills, build relationships or get Ryan Gosling’s attention.

4. You check your work e-mail more than your Instagram.

5. You’d rather a good laugh over another “fashionable” post. I could care less about Kendall, Kylie, and what celebs are “in.” Instead I’m following @marniethedog, @cheesecurlsofinstagram and @thefatjewish… Humor never goes out of style.

6. You forget to snap a picture of your beautiful cosmopolitan for Instagram because you drank it too fast. It was a long week at work so SCREW INSTAGRAM! #adultyolo

7. Your grandma has a Facebook and your younger cousin in high school doesn’t. Enough said.

8. That younger cousin has more likes on Instagram than you.

9, Your friends on Facebook are having “life events” like getting engaged and married and your just tagging yourself in the hottest bar in NYC.

10. IRL, #DM, #GTFO? Hold on let me google it.

When I met you in the winter

“Be nice or I’ll write about you on my blog”, my instagram bio says. Well, a few nice guys didn’t like this and asked if that meant I only write about the bad ones. I then thought of a couple boys I’ve met and there was one that stood out to me. 

On a chilly winter day I was running late and a little lost in New York City. My phone was dead and I had no shame asking anyone and everyone for directions. I asked a foreigner, of course, and two girls who completely blew me off. That’s when I met him. He told me to follow him, he was taking the B and I was taking the C train uptown. He just moved into the city and we talked about how easy it is to get confused with the subways but I think he was trying to make me feel better.

He said how he was heading home from the gym and I told him that I was meeting a friend at Alice’s Tea Cup. In mid-conversation the train came and so did a storm of people coming out and going in. It was a quick goodbye and I recall getting on that train thinking how we vibed and wondered why he didn’t ask for my number… But then again, he didn’t even know my name! 

A half hour late and freeeezing, I finally made it to Alice’s Tea Cup. The waitress came over minutes later and asked if I just took the C train and met a guy on the way. I was so confused until she gave me a number and said “a guy just called asking if a tall blonde with wavy hair in a red coat was here, I’m assuming that’s you? Did you just meet someone on your way here?” He called three different Alice’s Tea Cups looking for me. 

Well the rest is history! Literally, it went nowhere. What a story it would be to say we dated and fell in love but that never happened. I was seeing someone else at the time but I have to say I’ve never had a boyfriend make that kind of grand gesture. Bad decisions and bad boys make for good stories, but when a guy does something this badass… you never forget it. Totally blog worthy ;)

4 Fails At A Strip Club

It’s been a busy few months and since moving into the city it’s only gotten worse. I’ve had less time to blog ever since my lazy Sunday’s have been taken away by cleaning and furniture shopping (mind you I’m still on the hunt for a bed) and I’ve been working so late by the time I get out I just want to unplug. 

However, this weekend inspired me to get back on my blogging game…Why? Because nothing cures writers block like going to a strip club. Yep! If your looking to get laid don’t follow my lead. Here are my 4 fails at a strip club. 

 1. The Interviewer: As I was chatting with a few of the strippers (trying hard to not look down) I would try to change the subject to feel less awkward. For instance, when they said “Your beautiful! Would you like a dance?” I would say something like, “Aw, thanks but no thanks! So how long have you been doing this for?” “How long are the hours?” “Do you commute?” and my favorite, “Is there a dress code?” I was basically interviewing all the men. Needless to say, none of them got the job (Pun intended.)

2. The Mom: Some of the guys were as young as 21…MIND BLOWN when one guy told me he’s been stripping since he was 18. Naturally, I turned into a 60 year old woman telling him, he’s not gonna be cute and fit forever and that he should go to school. From there, I asked deep questions like, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” His answers made me want to give him a hug and tell him everything’s going to be ok, totally strip club appropriate.  I’m surprised I didn’t get kicked out for harassing the strippers, but wasn’t surprised when they walked away and started cuddling up to the rich 80 year old who didn’t ask questions… he paid up. 

3. The Stingy: I was definitely not being “cheap” on purpose, I had cash on me (you know, just to fit in…) But things would’ve been easier and less awkward if I could just hand them the bills. “Where’s the cashier?!” I thought. I didn’t want to be rude but I couldn’t get myself to put cash in someone’s Calvin’s. 

4. The Basic Bitch: Nothing’s says “I’m having so much fun!” like asking the half-naked bartender to charge your iPhone. When I ran out of juice I became just as anxious as the thirty men and women at that bar. To me, a full charged iPhone is the equivalent to an orgasm… it’s satisfaction guaranteed. “YES, YES, YES!” I softly screamed as the text messages started coming in. True pleasure. 

Another lazy Sunday taken away from me the next day as I knew it was time to go to the laundry mat. Uncomfortable and out of place, I found myself shaking 10 times more putting my quarters into the machine than I was putting dollars into someone’s boxer briefs the night before. I laughed and thought, “I don’t know if I’ll ever go to a strip club again, but I definitely need to find a new laundry mat…”


Actually, She’s Just Not That Into You.

Thinking back to some of our most beloved rom-com movies I find myself to be somewhat offended by the movie, He’s Just Not That into You. The story seems very sexist to me and, of course, one of the single ladies is played by miss solo herself, Jennifer Aniston. How ironic. A woman who remains not married on and off camera…and written off to be miserable about it. Why is it that we teach women to aspire to marriage but we teach men to aspire to careers? Not everyone wants to get married and marriage shouldn’t be seen as an accomplishment. Did it ever occur to people that maybe Ms. Aniston or us girls aren’t into the guy? That actually, she’s just not that into you…

1. If she’s not drunk texting you.
Exception to the rule: she’s just tipsy, her phone died, she’s in a coma.


2. If she isn’t following you and hasn’t liked ANY of your Instagram pictures.
Exception to the rule: you don’t have a Instagram, your pictures are all WCW, you only have one picture.
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You’re Not Taylor Swift. Put The Mic Down.

I was never a HUGE Taylor Swift fan, but I have to admit, I love her latest album. Mainly because it’s basically the story of my life…or at least this past year. It’s as though Taylor and I were bff and she spilt all my secrets on the 1989 album.  But, as much as I relate to her music, I try not to quote her songs on social media.

Here’s why if you have a “Blank Space” underneath your Instagram picture or Twitpic you should probably just come up with your own caption. 

1. Using lyrics to get real answers. You’re not going to find any answers by tweeting, “are we out of the woods yet?” Most likely he’s going to think you went hiking and got lost.

tumblr_lx06bl622c1qlyqom2. Tweeting how much you love him, then how much you hate him. This morning was all, “Sparks Fly” and tonight there’s “Bad Blood?” You kinda just look like a crazy bitch.tumblr_ngctp57tKX1rqu86vo2_500

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Feminine or Fierce?


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New Years Eve: Dressed to the Nines

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