the mishaps and musings of a 23 year old's perspective on life after college, puffy-painted sorority tees and frat boys.
former unpaid fashion intern — for as long as she can remember — who turned freelance but then listened to her parents bitch about not having health insurance and now just trying to make it all happen.
exposing her vices, her freakish love for lindsay lohan, figuring out new york city, her appreciation for pretty things, and how she firmly believes that a good sandwich can really be a game changer.
The time has come, my pretty maiden, to stop running away from yourself, trying to keep on a merrygoround whirlwind of activity that goes so fast you haven’t time to think too much or too long. Today you made a fatal decision - … And you vacillated like a nervous seesaw - gulped, chose blindly - and immediately wanted to reverse a decision which is speeding into finality now already on the wings of mails, minds, and secretarial files. You are an inconsistent and very frightened hypocrite: you wanted time to think, to find out about yourself, … and now you have it: practically 3 months of godawful time, you are paralyzed, shocked, thrown into a nausea, a stasis. You are plunged so deep in your own very private little whirlpool of negativism that you can’t do more than force yourself into a rote where the simplest actions become forbidding and enormous.
