today i am buddha. or is it ghandi?

on my way to work today a few wise thoughts popped into my head regarding life.

- at some point you should take a job not worth the stress so you know what it feels like when it is.
- always remember you were born into an unfair world and youre going to die in one, so in the meantime fucking have a ball!
- every person should be a bank teller at some point in their lives. the life lessons and general things you discover will stay with you forever. 
- being a little sister is always amazing. even when my bro and i disagree i know how lucky i am that he is forever my big B.
- you will never think you make enough money. and youre probably right.
- coffee is liquid happiness. i dont trust people who function without it. are you a vampire? 
- always remember you are beautiful enough, funny enough and smart enough for everything you want. the boy that doesnt agree doesnt matter in your life.










happy friday!! xoxo

my town.

new york city was always a place of such action, excitement and bright lights. as a kid when we would visit i would secretly love the fact that i never had to go anywhere alone...i mean where they hell was i? when my dad would take a business meeting i couldnt believe he knew where to go. he was so calm and self assured. i guess he already knew what i had yet to learn, but was on my way to knowing: nyc is the most amazing city on the planet, you just have to adjust. and adjust i have. 

as that same young girl coming to nyc, i so vividly remember the things that stood out to me.

1. having to walk through a revolving door to get into work. that was something i thought was only in movies. but in real life? wow.
2. times square. rockefeller plaza. the brooklyn bridge. central park. lincoln tunnel. skyscrapers. broadway.
3. shopping in grand central. grand central period.
4. taxis. how amazing! anywhere you want to go you can go. anytime!
5. empire state building. 'nuff said.
6. the today show!
7. my first $10 glass of OJ. welcome to the freakin' big apple, baby!

the thing about nyc is this: you will NEVER be bored. if you are, you are doing something wrong. oh, and it basically means youre boring. and while there are thousands more things that i love and that stand out, those 6 above are pretty meaningful.

this is my backyard. its pretty incredible. i am reminded every day how much excitement and madness is living right outside my door.

these little buggers are great. i have so many fun stories and memories that have happened in one of these. no, theyre not all rated R...get your mind out of the gutter!

because EVERYONE needs to laugh in the AM.

happy wednesday.

cant beat it.

there arent too many things in life better than spending the day with your best friend walking around your old stomping grounds of brooklyn, ny. it was such a fun, special day. bit of football, bit of dog petting and cute boy meeting, shopping and picture taking. the perfect saturday.

"fall-ing" for nyc all over again

its officially fall again here in the big apple. im gearing up for my second fall spent in the most amazing city. im excited for boots and scarves, huge comfy sweaters and cups of hot cocoa. im excited for skiing and ice skating, warm fires and cute boys. that last one somehow always makes its way in my conversations, doesnt it ;)

im excited to run the philly marathon with my big bro. im excited for fall running in central park. fall is so beautiful in nyc and i cant wait to take it all in. autumn beers, cozy bars and thick warm coats; fall is a fn time of year. id be lying if i said i LOVED the cold, but you gotta do it, right? if it means living in this amazing place, i figure i can tough it out.

new york city has become home. ive lived here for about 2 years and havent felt more settled, happy or proud of what i have been doing, who i have met, and the experiences that i have had in a long time. 

i love ny.

no wonder people have trust issues

reading magazines and seeing ads that are photo-shopped beyond recognition are only the tip of the iceberg as to why people dont really trust much these days. we have an economy thats in the shitter with a president who thrives on empty promises. below you will find a few other items that make me not trust you or find you inherently cool.

1. instagram

we get it, your instagram photos look really cool. ill admit, i LOVE instagram as much as the next person, but it doenst make you inherently cool. millions of people have it. so excuse me while i dont lose my shit over you instagramming ever picture. it doenst make you a photographer. if this is news to you, i am sorry.

2. FB friend requests with no mutual friends

i am immediately skeptical of this. FB is not the place where i want to be friends with some guy just cause hes hot, or some chick cause she thought i looked nice. if there is not one other person that can vouch for your existence and sanity, then do you really exist? this puts you in the same category as a predatory human that probably wants to eat my face after  you dabbled a little too freely in bath salts. when i see 0 mutual friends, i see evil.  i am not in a place where i aim to have as many cyber friends as possibl. if you are, i am sorry, there are other people who will love and appreciate your friend request. this also applies to twitter accounts with egg icons. if all i see is an egg,i instantly imagine crazy.

3. skinny girls who constantly upload pictures of fattening food

look at all the cake i am about to eat! look at this pasta! let me just say, i find most food pics on instagram and facebook to be incredibly useless and obnoxious. there are always exceptions, say your besties birthday cake or the 109839284 cookies you and your buddies baked (that shit needs to be shown!!), but actively uploading lots of food pics annoys people. my skepticism increases heavy when i am bombarded with pics of greasy pizza, late night ice cream binges, and cupcakes office-deliveries uploaded by some 94lb sorority girl or gangly hipster chick. bitch please, your hip bones are sharp enough to open cans. were not buying the idea that you devour a large dominos on the daily just because you uploaded it and captioned it “nom nom nom”. admit your starving like the rest of us and carry on your merry way.

4. freelancers in nyc

what are you freelancing? how do you pay rent? please tell me your secret.

 

bad choices lead to fun nights out

by the time friday night rolls around i am pretty beat. ive been awkwardly touched by more tourists than should be allowed while simply trying to walk to work, have touched, felt and seen more weird shit than you can ever imagine and on more than one occasion, woken up still drunk. nyc is fun.

once you accept that everything you love will eventually kill you, like the sun and trans fats, you start to feel a little more relaxed about a few haphazard friday night adventures. you realize that by living in nyc you are never not going to be tired so you better just put some pants on, grab a glass of wine and hit the open city!

does it really matter that i have 3 weeks worth of laundry to do, have limited edible food in my refrigerator, and haven’t washed my  hair in a year? no, those things have a way of being boring and working themselves out. and i live with 4 girls...we make it work. and i dont like washing my hair anyway. 

so here we go. after a long day at work im going to hit the town on this glorious friday night.

it finally happened!!!

the weekend was exactly what i expected it would be: AMAZING!! from the moment i hugged him outside my apartment on thursday night to the sad moment he kissed me goodbye monday afternoon B and i took new york by storm.

there had been so much build up and so much anticipation for this trip that youd never think it could have lived up to it. well it did.  

all of the chemistry i felt over skype was real and even though we hadnt seen each other in over 5 years we hadnt missed a beat. 

those that know me know how i get with boys that mean a lot to me. i tend to push them away a teensy bit as a way to protect myself. its silly really. here is a boy i really like and instead of saying exactly what i really mean + feel, i joke about being really great friends or act standoffish, among other stupid things. i wish i could say i didnt do any of this with B but id be lying. as i think fondly back to the weekend i realize there are so many things i wish i could have done different, said different or acted different. then again, im me and i cant have regrets. i will always make mistakes and just have to hope he can see past it.

there were so many highlights to this past weekend. we saw roddick win at the us open (in his last tournament EVER), went to a yankees game, had a hilarious time getting drunk together and reminisced about our friendship and how cool it is that weve stayed so close. i found myself looking at him with such comfort and fondness throughout the 4 days, it was really quite cute. i think he is a fantastic, truly awesome dude and i am so lucky he came to visit. i woke up on monday feeling low knowing he only had a few precious hours before he had to leave. i have such love for him, its a pretty special bond we have. heres to the future...not sure whats in store, but i know its going to be great. 

a few of my fave random pics from the weekend.
 

one day...whaaat?!

its finallllly here!! BK and i will finally be having our reunion!! to show our excitement, i have included pics.

equally dorky. its going to be fabulous!

youre really coming through bro

ive looked up to my brother my whole life. i mean, whats not to love; hes older, hes stronger, he has cute friends and he loves to hang with me.

most recently he signed up to run the philly marathon with me. for the better part of the past 7 years weve done various races together of various distances. since the passing of our dad theyve only become more special.

i received a text from big B the other day just making sure i was safe in lieu of the empire state building shooting. it meant so much to me.

ive been a lucky little sister for the past 28 years. thanks bro for always being such an inspiration to me and a real example of a stellar dude. i am counting down to what i already know will be a spectacular weekend in philly. cant wait to make some memories. in the meantime, texts, chats and emails spoil me rotten. i love you so much!!

love, little G

come on man.

so, yea, my foot is fucked up. for the past week ive been dealing with what feels like a severe bruise on the top of my foot. no idea what i did. NO IDEA! im going to try and sneak out tomorrow to get it xrayed. dear jesus, please be healable. i need a break...whats with all these issues?!

hope to have some good news when i update.

#loveyoudad

had a great cry tonight. i dont know what it is about the movie "the last song" but it gets me every time. wait, what am i saying? the whole dad dying thing hits so close to home that it crushes me every time. look, i know its miley cyrus, but try to look past that. also, greg kinnear reminds me a teeny bit of my dad. must be the good-looking awesomeness.

god i really miss my dad. i feel like i havent really talked about it in a while. my cry tonight felt especially fantastic for a few reasons:

- things have been so weird/stressful at work and i kept thinking that the one dude that would be so loving my phone calls was my dad
- the feeling of needing to cry has been felt at the back of my throat for a few weeks now. i do a hell of a job being strong, but sometimes i just cant be bothered with that and feel the need to let the wall come down.

all i know is this: the cry felt good, but it reminded me how much i miss him. it reminded me of the fragility of life, something i was already all too well aware of. it reminded me that there isnt anyone like my dad. and all of that is ok, but its just a lot to remember :)

13a midtown manhattan

home is a hell of a lot sweeter these days. our new roomies are in, unpacked and getting comfy. its been so much fun hanging out with them...i LOVE them. its sad that its not sad our old roomies are gone.

we hired a pro to deep clean the apt...she spent all day making it sparkle. (LITERALLY. ALL.DAY). our old roomies had been in an ongoing stand off for the last few months on who could give less of a shit. so, yea, that was cool. however, it now smells like roses and i no longer fear getting the type of fugal infection they only see in the depths of south african rainforests. yes, it was that bad. and for $40 id say it was money WELL spent. 

hmm, lets see, where are we with the important countdowns:

- BK is here in 10 days. or is it 9 days? fuck, one of those.

- marathon in 3 months minus 3 days. yea, you do the math on that one, im tired