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Jan 19

“Welcome to Colorado! As a former NY’er, all I can say is your quality of life is about to skyrocket!”

Well, it’s been almost one year since I’ve posted. Wowza. I obviously didn’t stick to my commitment of documenting my quarter-life-crisis on this blog, but I did follow-through with one big thing that I’m very proud of. I made the change I really needed to. After getting a new job, new apartment, new phone, and went back to school all in NYC, I still felt unsatisified and unmotivated. So, I did something I wanted to do all my life… move “Out West”.

I’ve now been in Denver, Colorado for over six months. Living in this state - physically and metaphorically speaking - has been one of the greatest things I’ve done. I miss friends and family terribly, but 300+ days of sunshine combined with a beautiful city settled in the front range of the great Rocky Mountains is just unbeatable.

Check out my newest commitment

Mar 10

Rasta word of the day

Upful: Positive feelings

U so upful :)

A friend’s response to my lofty plan to quit my job in June, travel the West Coast in July, and move to CO in August…

That’s the dumbest thing I have ever heard. Who wants to move to a landlocked state in the first place?? The whole place is crawling with baby boomers which means everyone there is old balls and you will never get married and likely die alone. Sure you can cruise DILFS till your hearts content but that will leave you feeling empty inside.

You start babysitting while you job hunt. You get hired by a nice family with 2 children and a new puppy named Muttonchops! She is an architect. He is a successful agricultural lawyer. They spend their spare time teaching little Ellie the guitar and cooking elaborate meals based around seitan. They’re so perfect that you go home and cry into your muesli every night, overcome with jealousy and sadness.

…He keeps looking at you. Looking at you when you’re playing with the children and smiling. Always finding a way to brush past you close enough to make you quiver. He wants you. Loves you. You know it. NO ONE can convince you otherwise. Your heart knows the truth.

So one day you come home and KILL the Mrs. and cut her face off and wear it as your own. Now it’s YOUR turn to have the perfect life with your perfect man!

Now you’re in maximum security wearing a bright orange jumpsuit (Which totally brings out the bags under your eyes…by the way) living out your days with a frumpy girlfriend named Marge who is serving 10-20 for killing a man while she was hooking on Route 66 back in ’94. IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT???? IS IT?????

Next stop, my heart!

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Next stop, my heart!

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Mar 07

WTH has happened to me? To my commitment to this blog? To my attempt to substantiate my existence? Four months since my last post, some of the things that have occurred (in no particular order whatsoever):
- 1 wedding
- 3 funerals
- 1 baby born
- 1 engagement
- new job
- new apartment
- more broke
- laughed a whole bunch
- had my feelings hurt 2 times
- played with some dogs
- swam
- just as unhappy in new job
- talked about music a lot
- 4 major holidays (Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years)
- 2 insignificant, pointless holidays (Groundhogs Day, Valentine’s Day)
- many movies, shows, concerts, galleries, museums, restos (Good good good!!)
- way too many bars (Bad bad bad!!)
- played dream phone
- passed a drug test
- officially became a bandaid…. “It’s alll happening”
- lost zero phones, cameras, or iPods!
- didn’t sleep a lot
- slept late
- didn’t eat enough
- ate too much
- downloaded some tunes
- went skiing
- felt overwhelmed with work, school, and life so took on a weekend babysitting job, joined another charity, and began training for a 60 mile bike ride
- shopped too much
- bought tickets to 2 music festivals
- inherited some great leather gloves
- danced like a hippie
- danced like I was from NJ
- booked a trip to Denver
- practiced hot yoga
- fell asleep in a meeting
- had vulgar thoughts
- said 3-5 terribly embarrassing pick-up lines
- a friend moved away, so I cried a lot
- blinked a lot
- breathed a whole bunch
- lost all interest in everything
- went ice skating
- went bowling
- saw a lot of penguins
- lost 2 earrings (not from the same set)
- joined FreshDirect.com
- made a lofty plan to quit my job in June, travel the West Coast in July, and move to CO in August
- watched a lot of Olympics
- played “What’s New Pussycat” by Tom Jones 5x in a row on the jukebox at BAR
- made a facebook album
- met a fun new friend
- got called a Loser
- read a few books
- got more broke
- thought about getting a tattoo
- started running more
- had 2 snowdays from work
- lost a roommate
- got a new roommate
- liked the people I work with
- got my bangs trimmed once
- got 1 haircut
- got the best gift ever from my friend Jade
- went to my first rodeo
- saw babies on sheep
- got spring fever
- loved a lot of people
- hated nobody

Nov 06

It has been weeks since I’ve had the chance to write, but I have a running list of indulgences to share. In the meantime, I keep on keepin on with my two steps forward/ one step back walk of life….

Oct 23

Rasta word of the day

Mash it up: Expression of wishing someone well; “Break a leg”

Cool Runnings, Mash it up!

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Oct 15

My new favorite site!

Oct 13

Having one of those super stressful weeks where I just need to CTFO and roll with it. I just referred back to The List to remind myself why I started this virtual diary. The underlying thought behind all of this is that I’m finally doing some things for myself and not catering to others. This is by far the hardest part, to not worry about everyone else and put myself (kinda) first. Meehhhh….

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference…

Oct 08

[video]

I want this print

I want this print

Oct 06

Rasta word of the day

Wanga gut: One who likes to eat and seems hungry all the time; a hungry belly

Three-course lunch and I still got a wanga gut