There are a lot of things I let bother me (I’m working on this). Something that never fails to get my blood boiling are people who use their past as an excuse to treat others like shit. In most cases, it’s a valid excuse, but at some point in your life you need to stop using the victim card to victimize others. A lot of people will realize this, yet continue to use their past as a crutch. The saying is hurt people hurt people, but after a while that shit gets old and at my ag

Gym. Yoga. Babies. Those were my go-to’s during a bad break up. They kept me distracted or entertained just long enough to pretend that my soul wasn’t stolen from me. One summer I went to bikram class M-W-F, ran or went to the gym T-Th, and made sure to pack as many dinners and happy hours with friends in between. Because that’s what you were supposed to do. That’s what everyone else said to do. When that didn’t work, I did what I thought I did best – write. I dotted the I’s

Happy birthday you beautiful bitch! I bet you think you’re a big girl now don’t you? Well, I have good and bad news for you: you’re not even close. You may never be. Until you are, here’s some advice from your 35-year old self who I promise can still keep it lit AF. Don’t worry, you’ll understand what that means in about 14 years. 1. YOU ARE ENOUGH. 2. You’re going to get your heart broken. You’ll think you’re going to die. You might a little. And then you’ll get over it. The

I’ve always thought the best way to get in shape is to get your heartbroken. Either you’re too sad to eat and so desperate to keep yourself busy that the gym suddenly becomes an option, or you just want to look good in the event you run into your ex’s new whorebag girlfriend, or even better/worse your ex. That’s why I started running and doing yoga, but I kept running and doing yoga because I genuinely loved it. Thus, you should always do things for yourself. Not for the appr

I failed. I didn’t try hard enough. I let everyone down. I let myself down. I’m here by accident. I didn’t mean to come back. My job and apartment fell through while I was home, so since I had nothing to go back to I stayed. I fucking suck. If you ask me why I’m back home, or what happened to New York, I may sheepishly give you one of the above answers. Honestly, they’re all true. I’ve been struggling to come to terms with the fact that I am currently “living” in San Francisc

Occasionally, I get these awesome emails professing how inspirational my blog is, and I always respond by saying that your kind and encouraging words inspire me just the same – if not more. It may sound corny, but it’s true. I get a lot of my motivation by surrounding myself with positive, supportive people. Dreamers, but most of all doers. And it amazes me how blessed I am to know so many. When I see people friends like Lawn, Evan and Baker  living their dreams, it inspires

Written 02.05.13 Today I got another rejection email from a company that I was really excited to work for. What made it more painful was that I was already on my second interview, so I actually thought I had a chance. The news really bummed me out, so I took a walk outside in the snow. For some reason snowfall seems to calm me down here in NY. Similar to when I would run the beach back at home for some clarity. Seeing the ocean and how vast it was, always reminded me of how m

While shopping in SoHo with my buddy JR from LA last week, I came across the perfect winter coat at Brooklyn Industries. Not only that, but we met a really nice employee by the name of Tiffany. JR informed her that I recently moved to New York, and she asked what it was that I did to which I replied, “I write, but I used to be an office manager at my previous job”. JR quickly interrupted me before I could elaborate on the rest of my fun-filled tryst as an administrative exper

::From as far back as I can remember, I lived to write. On September 18, 2012 I moved from San Francisco to New York in hopes that I could write to LIVE. Please join me in my mis/adventures as I digest life in the Big Apple:: “Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity …” It has now been roughly three months since I’ve moved to New York, although I feel like I’ve been back home more than I’ve actually been here. And while I obviously love the time I spend in SF, it has

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I find myself writing all the time nowadays. No, I mean ALL THE TIME. I’m writing this right now from my retarded iPhone screen wincing everytime I fuck up and have to go back and correct a word which is every other sentence. I lie, more like every other word. My brain is on a hundred, thousand, trillion. Sometimes I feel as if these thoughts are too mcuh for my tiny self. Shit, I’m only 5 feet tall. If you could picture it, words are spilling out my ears. I think I sneezed p