About moi: 28-year-old Brooklynite (Park Slope, specifically) who has lived in the greater NYC area for the last five years.
Currently fighting with live-in boyfriend about whether we'd ever move out of the city. Him: Yes. Me: Haha. You're kidding, right?
In no particular order, I love:
* Listening to music really loudly
* Eating at restaurants I really can't afford
* Watching TV so trashy it really is rotting my brain
* Thinking I really missed the boat by not studying fashion in college instead of uh, telecommunications
I’d say this week I’ve averaged about a 13-14 day at work. And I’m on par for the same, even though it’s a Friday.
The woman behind my desk has been talking about which pasta salad she plans on making for a party this weekend for the last hour.
How is this fair?
Seems like all the cool kids are doing it…
Does anyone know - can I sign up for the lottery but if I dont get a number, still sign up to run with one of the charity partners?
so wonderful
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I didnt even watch it—I just read the video description—and I started to cry immediately.
Not looking forward to the next four days at work, but I think this may help ease the pain!
Proof that when I’m not sobbing, I look quite nice and normal. Me, yesterday at the obscenely picturesque Ferrari-Carano winery in Dry Creek Valley. It could not have been a more perfect day to relax and drink lots of amazing vino.
Me, hysterically crying at the end of the half marathon. Thanks, Tara, for ensuring I never forget how much of a hot mess I can be sometimes. :)
For the love surrounding the half marathon. I havent said much b/c I am really disappointed in how I ran (oh, i know, the irony, i should be super excited that i just ran my first half marathon…but, well, i’m not. just thinking about it makes me cry). i’m still not really ready to talk about it, but in general, my trip to healdsburg was out of this world, so expect more deets to come soon.
13.1 miles in 2:21. Hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Eek! Turbulence!
(Posted at request of boyfriend. Airplane light is SO not flattering!)
En route to SF for the half marathon. No more 16 hour work days until at least Tuesday.
Now here’s to runnin’ and wine swillin’.
Amen.
