January 2012
55 posts
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XOXO,
SG
Jan Phillips via Holly Pavlika
I awoke this morning an email from my EVP and President of Momentum. It was titled, “The Real Woman Creed”. This was the first line and you can read all of it here.
As I lay here in bed, hung over and asking myself if that last drink at WXOU Radio Bar was REALLY necessary…I am beginning to think that this extraordinary radiance inside of me should be repurposed for something more meaningful. And what is that more “meaningful” thing?
Lot’s of food for thought on a Sunday Morning.
Now will someone please bring me a coconut water? I’m dying.
XOXO,
SG
You can live alone comfortably (especially when you can live IN the city).
Someone visiting your apt. asks you where the bathroom is.
You are sitting in your bedroom and someone from another room asks you a question and you have to say “Where are you?!”
You actually have a “bedroom”
You own a mop, vacuum and broom, and you use them all.
You have room for a full size ironing board.
A table can fit in your kitchen.
You actually have a kitchen.
Your fridge is taller than 4 feet.
You have more than 1 window.
You have a kitchen counter for something other than a drying rack.
You have built in appliances.
You cannot touch your oven from your couch.
There is an extra mattress for guests under your bed.
There is room for an extra mattress somewhere in your apartment.
Your bed is not on stilts.
You have room to do sit-ups in your living room.
You have a “living room”.
There are at least 2 different types of flooring (not counting the bathroom).
Sunlight comes into at least one of your windows.
XOXO,
SG
Me: Are there NO NORMAL BOYS LEFT?!?!
True Life I Live in NYC: There are no normal boys period.
Thank you, Orlagh, for stating the obvious that no one wants to believe.
XOXO,
SG
Ben Howard - Keep Your Head Up
The Internet dropped the ball. How am I just hearing this now?
Enjoying this tune tonight! Maybe you will too :)
…I run into someone from work on the Subway today after buying a jumbo pack of tampons and 2 rolls of toilet paper at Duane Reade.
And of course he lives in my neighborhood.
And of course we commuted together.
Me. Only me.
XOXO,
SG