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.
Texting is way better. It can fill in all of the tiny spaces in life while you’re waiting for something else to happen and a voice call would be too large for the space. When I get a text alert, it always makes me happy, even before I read the message. When my phone rings, I think, Uh-oh, what fresh hell is this?