Perky Birds.

I did it. I decided to try and be open...meaning not private for a while. Main reason I was private...buhcuz I didn't like the idea of peeps I don't know or like reading my life. But I thought I would give it a go. Its been like 2 solid years of private - ness and I feel so...exposed. Nakey! Eeeeewwww. Ha!

Hello again world, How have you been?

I am great. I love New York, with a passion.
I feel like it likes me back.


Yesterday while eating at the shake shack with 4 other of the most fabulous women I know, we were trying to find a great table to sit at...during lunch hour, in Madison Square park, in the shade...impossible you say? uh, YEAH. Nevertheless ( I feel biblical when I say that word, like extra fancy) we prevailed, until I figured out why the seat was so available. It all started when I literally carried a table on top of my head over a crowd of peeps to insert myself and friends int he shade, because really the 90 degree weather and intense humidity was just a little too much fun for me. Whilest setting down said table I stepped on something extra soft. Hmmm. Gravel, is what I should be feelign right? ( I thougth to myself)
Yeah, I think thats why I have several tiny rocks rolling around in my cute shoes. So I lifted my foot only to find that I was not somehow stepping on a nice stray patch of grass or, a pretty flower, nope....it was something much better.

A. Dead. Bird.

I imidiatly tasted blood in my mouth, I am not sure why I react this way, I always have, everytime I run over someone elses roadkill by accident on the road, I taste blood in my mouth. Its not really there. Its my intensly overactive imagination, but either way, its there, all coppery and gross.

Dead bird. Dead bird. Dead bird.

I starrted dragging my leg around the ground like a homeboy with a janky leg. This is not uncommon here in New York, but for me, it was very uncoordinated and I was sure that if I looked under my shoe I would see baby bird eyeball stuck to my shoe or something.

Well if that wasn't enough halfway through the best burger you will ever eat....Some naked chic covered in paint,( it was a nice color scheme if I might add ) walks up to the middle of the park and just stands there. I could not stop staring at her pennys. ( thats code word for the pointy part of juicy doubles ) They were so perky. Why? Does paint bring this to be? Oh wait it was probably the fact that she was wearing only a thong in front of at least 600 people while a man painted more designs on her slender, albeit very naked body. I took a bunch of photos...of course.

Best part of the day?

That not one of us, even thougth twice about it. and most of the people didn't even look up. I mean we are talking seriously naked, and perky pennys people. The popo almost shut her down, But then they decided it was fine. I watched them tell her and her artist, it was no problem. I am positive it had nothing to do with the penny situation. absolutely positive.

Its art. Living, breathing, perky art. I wonder if it would have been "ok" if the painted naked subject was a perky man? I will try it as soon as I get a volunteer and let you know. You think Husb would be willing? I could like match the blue in his eyes or soemthing really cool. Thats what everyone will look at first, His eyes, and nothing else, I am positive. Which brings me to my next topic, I will now be taking donations for Bail, after I attempt this art project. Thousand dollar bills need only apply.

I guess thats what you get for eating lunch outside in New York.

Did I mention how much I love it here. Its just so perky!

LOVE!

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Its up to you...New York, NEW YORK!!

Hey all,

Reporting here live from the big apple. 

All is well!

I live in a constant state of grunt work and sleepover parties. every night, me and five of my roommates crawl into our boudoir of wall to wall air mattresses, and giggles. I am not going to lie, its gets a little crazy! 

I love new York, I feel the way I felt in Europe, like I am more at home here, than I am in my hometown. Sans the people nearest and dearest being thousands of miles away, I love everything about it. 

I miss hubs. 

He makes me laugh like no one can, and turns out I have a hard time sleeping unless righty is being groped. I have adjusted, I sleep with a travel pillow around my neck, it helps to recreate the "I might die of suffocation, he is so close to me," feeling. The feeling I apparently need to sleep at night...ha! who knew? I guess I like it after all.

I love my internship, I have gotten to see and do a lot of really cool things, like see all the places she has been featured in magazines for and some custom designs of my own, including a giant plaid application for a client. The money in this city is extraordinary. 

As per expected I have eaten like a goddess here. I love the food, It is so choice. Except when my "trainer" is around, Then I eat like a rabbit. Oh! Did I mention? I am supposedly running a half marathon at the end of the summer. Kill. ME. Now. Husb bet I couldn't and I had to challenge him. So I am in training. I run in central park every morning and do other things like push ups, plyometrics, and strengthening excercises. Its not bad except walking anywhere after makes my butt and legs cry out in the agony of a thousand lost souls. 

Just a small example of the pain. 

It was our ANNIVERSARY yesterday. 5 years, and I admit it has been a little hard. Homeboy sent me a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses to my work and Me and the girls hit up max brenners for a chocolate foodgasm. It was oh oh oh so good. 

mmm chocolate.

Sorry still thinking about it....anyways, the humidity is here and I can't tell how attractive you feel in it. Like a misting of hot breath down your shirt and in your creases, all of them. HA! Sexy, good thing I am taken or all the black men that holler at my fat booty would be all up on this. ( note that I said black men...its because literally they all look at my butt, no white men, I don't even notice until I look over and they start yelling at me about my "sweet ass" and although I am not one to be upset about that kind of thing, its a little upsetting that its only black men, its great ammunition when running, The white dudes like the small butts, and I happen to be a white dude kind of girl. Hence my Caucasian husband.) gross. 

anyway from me and all my little ducks here in this upper east side apartment, and my African american fans...

Peace and Blessings!!

happenings

So much has happened..

Husb is old. 28. And I love him a little less for it. HA! jk. 

I got an internship with two firms Ghislaine Vinas from May 16th to June 23rd,

and Campion Platt from June 25th to August 1st. I am SOOO excited. 

New York and I are having a summer romance. 

I am leaving my best friends, and family for 21/2 months. boo.

The studio before we presented our work to GV.

I have made some of the best friends in the world, I have some pretty awesome friends already,

but somehow these kidos weasled their way into my heart, and now I just love them. I guess spending 24rs a day with eachother in the studio will do that to you. 

note: GV in the center. She came and critiqued our work...it was scary. 

I am finally closing up the worst school year of my life. I can't even imagine how it was survived, but I am pleased as punch to never have to do that again.

Even if I tried to describe it to you...you would think I was exaggerating. thats how horrible it was. 

gross.

I got a scholarship. 

wahoo!

My baby sister got baptized...my BABY sister. Crazy.

Ty and I survived...and still love eachother. STILL!! I am so happy. I can't wait to write love letters this summer. He is so dreamy. 

(that is my attempt at a positive spin on being thousands of miles apart. good eh?)

Summer is coming. I can smell it. I can't wait!!!

I need a snow cone and a tan...stat!