January 1st, 2020 @ 3:40 pm

when i think “roaring 20s”, all i think about is art deco… lots of black and gold, handcrafted, durable, romantic, timeless, gorgeous art deco.

now we have a bunch of wayfair/ikea bullshit, lol.

don’t get me wrong, i fucking love ikea… i have since i was a child, but don’t get it twisted.  that shit isn’t built to last.  i’m surprised i have pieces that lasted over a decade, tbh.

anyways, here we are… in the 2020s.  society hath fallen apart, mindsets are shite, everything is just so… rapid.  no sustainability on many fronts.  how depressing.

i don’t believe in resolutions – never have.  i want to just make a mental note to travel more, freelance more, buy some jonathan adler and elsa peretti pieces, get my shit together even more and make sure i have a good year, just like last year.

🙂

…gotta play it at least once today:

December 15th, 2019 @ 2:09 am

01/01/10 – i moved into my first apartment by myself.  it was glorious.

i was still working down in dumbo at edit, i went to ranger games on the regs – sometimes multiple times per week, i was getting closer with my sister again, i hung out all the time with lauren, jen, jes and erica the most, i was being a miserable schlep bc of a guy, i went to shows all the time, i had hair down to my waist (it was when i really started dying it more), i was freelancing a lot, oscy was 5 years old, i twitpic’d more than i blogged, i flickr’d even more… i took my first instagram pic in november of 2010.

this new, exciting time gave me a lot of creativity, but towards the end of that year things became a bit stressful. as aforementioned in a recent post, i should try not to romanticize this era in my life that much.  as much as i now appreciate my tiny, CHEAP apartment that i had on my own… it was just one room.  my bed was in the same room as my kitchen.  it was at a time i was truly lost emotionally, and eventually that year, i lost the job that i loved very much. i wasn’t dating anyone for quite a while, and i was very lonely in a place where i barely knew anyone.

i was so glad to NOT be living anywhere near what i considered to be home (northeast queens).

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12/14/19 – i currently live near where i grew up… aka home… aka where i never wanted to be again (by desire/suggestion of my current boyfriend).

i currently work in the hell hole that is midtown, near radio city (mind you, it’s fucking christmas time at the moment), luckily i’m at a company i really enjoy, they renovated madison square garden so now ranger tickets are too expensive to go on a regular basis – in fact, i MAYBE get to 3 games a year now, i see lauren here and there now (her work schedule/location of where she lives) – i purposely don’t speak to the three other gals that took up most of my life in the earlier part of the decade, i have been dating someone for multiple years now and we’re living together, i still go to shows – but fucking bands keep playing festivals and i could give a rats ass about going to a fucking festival, my hair is almost down to my waist again (heck yes, still dyed weird colours), i freelance sometimes but squarespace and wix are the cheaper alternative and i don’t argue it, oscy is going to be 15 this year (EW!), twitpic doesn’t exist anymore, i rarely blog and i definitely don’t do it on an open, personal level (thank you online stalker fatty), flickr has sucked asshole for a long time now, and IG – don’t even get me started.

my sister lives in LA and my mother moved upstate this year…

i feel family lonely.

my mother has stressed me out SO fucking badly throughout this decade, but most of all this year.  it’s seriously shaving years off of my nerves.

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