Archive for the 'i struggle' Category

Can I Get a Witness?

Saturday, June 12th, 2010

I’m all about the personal challenges as of late. If that makes me a super-annoying woman who is clearly close to 30, then so be it.
So, we’ve already talked about my rest-of-the-year challenge: 3 concert tickets on my fridge at all times. I’ve been wildly successful so far. On the docket for the rest of [...]

This American Life

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010

I’ve lived in New York for nine months and I can finally say that I feel settled.
I’d characterize my first two months as taxing, but calm. I didn’t know many people, so I came home everyday after work. And I had already given myself a disorientation allowance, so it felt normal to feel not-normal.
The next [...]

How to Become a Campy Stereotype

Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

I’ll be 29 in  a few (solid) months and it’s time to make the generic “Before 30″ list. I’m disgusted with myself.
However.
It is a good way to get shit done. And I respond really, really well to lists and directions.
It’s also late, I’m tired, and I really just wanted to get the idea started before [...]

Panda Watch!

Sunday, November 22nd, 2009

Okay, so I lied. There are no pandas here.
Boy Watch! just didn’t have the same ring to it.
So, remember the Yankees boy? The one I liked after our Yankees game date… but then decided that he called too much?
Well, the story never really ended with him. Until last Friday night.
I declare this “relationship” o-v-e-r.
We’ve been [...]

It’s All Cyclical

Monday, October 19th, 2009

So, this story is going to make me sound like I have a drinking problem, but I promise that I don’t.
A friend from college texted a couple of weekends ago, wondering if I’d like to meet up with him and a few friends way up on East 93rd street. It was already nearing 10, but [...]

When the Training Wheels Came Unhinged

Thursday, September 24th, 2009

So.
I walked out of the crowded subway car and across the street to Yankee Stadium. I texted to tell him I’d arrived. He called to tell me his location.
Since we met at a bar, I could hardly remember what he looked like. I’d looked him up on Facebook - natch -  but that hadn’t been [...]

Move, Bitch.

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

Once upon a time, I drove to work. Because of this variable, I had a little wiggle room in the timing of my departure for work in the AM. I could always drive a little faster if I was a few minutes behind, right? The pedal-to-the-medal would save me and bring me to work just [...]

I am dissatisfied with people tonight.

Sunday, September 13th, 2009

I DO NOT get the bitchy girl thing.
Being from a clan of affable Midwesterners, I just don’t see the purpose of being rude right upfront.
I mean, if you’re going to be all Judgy McJudgerson, wait until you at least have the valid ammo.
I encountered two such people last night and I’m fairly positive that I [...]

Crush on the Forbidden Fruit?

Saturday, September 12th, 2009

Back on.

Questions? I’m Sending You Out Into the Universe Tonight.

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

Though I used to don a pair of heels to work, I was forced to jump ship after the 2nd day. I’ve been wearing flats ever since, but my toes are still slightly swollen. What gives?
Remember that “Oooh, feels good to be challenged” post? I’m over it. It sucks to lose that comfortable feeling and [...]