The Roadtrip Where I Played Nascar Driver
The only point of living in NYC and subsisting on peanut-butter and scrambled eggs is to be able to brag to non-NYC dwelling friends about the fabulous things you do. Partying with celebrities, getting bottle service at exclusive clubs, and checking out a really neat book at the public library are all things I love to write mass e-mails about. So naturally I...
Continue ReadingI Ate. I Prayed. I Loved. I Still Got Stuck in an Elevator.
It wouldn’t be a weekend in NYC if I didn’t have a death-defying adventure involving calling 911 and sending out last-minute apology to texts to everyone who I have ever offended via Facebook status comment. Or at least from here on out it won’t be. (more…)
Continue ReadingI (Surprisingly) Didn’t Cause the Heat Wave
Last week was an unprecedented week in NYC. And no, I’m not referring to the fact that I ran into a college crush while walking around a bar with a large metal bowl on my head (my tendency to turn every bar decoration into a fashion statement is starting to have a negative impact on my life). No it was a record-breaking heat wave that not only encouraged...
Continue ReadingPlease Sign My Petition To End The World Cup
I grew close to 9 feet in 7th grade so naturally I began thinking that it was a good time to start my basketball career. I enthusiastically told my P.E coach to sign me up for the winter season. She immediately responded that due to some minor surgery I had in fifth grade, it wouldn’t be realistic for me to play basketball…ever. I responded by starting...
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