Ahem.

1) Galoshes. (They were pink and they were adorable, and leaving them alone on the shelf was not an option.)
2) Floral print stacked wedges.
3) Pink madras wedges.
4) Light blue Shabby Chic comforter (I did actually need this, my old one was getting really worn.)
5) Light blue jersey sheets.
6) Pink floral Shabby Chic sheets.
7) Pink secretary dress.
8) Pink layered tank top.
9) Blue and yellow boyfriend tees.
10) Closet-hanging shoe organizer (It became necessary after all the new shoes I bought!)

This weekend, I also bought three new dresses at a local boutique. I haven’t even hung them in my closet yet! They were still in the bag!

And to answer your question, no, I don’t just have piles of money laying around the house. This is all going on my credit card, and I took a huge pay cut this year! It’s just plain stupid!

As I was putting away all my clothes, it occurred to me: I have an obscene amount of clothes. Ob. Scene. Most of the things in my closet and drawers I’ve only worn once, if ever. Some of it still has the tags on. It would take me six months to wear all the outfits I have. And here’s the really creepy part: I gave away 95% of my clothes when I moved from LA to Seattle. I only brought like five outfits with me to Seattle, because I moved so suddenly. So this ridiculous amount of clothing has all been collected in less than a year.

It’s possible I have a shopping addiction, but, as I mentioned in an earlier post, I’m really insecure about my clothes, because I never knew how to dress as a kid. I feel like I’m compensating for the person I was 15 years ago. I always want to look perfect, and I always feel like I don’t. With all these outfits in my closet, I still usually feel like I have nothing to wear that looks cute.

What disease is this???

This damn near killed me.

You’re going to start seeing advertisements on this blog. I’m not gonna go overboard with them, and it kind of kills me to monetize my personal blog. This was a difficult decision. I swore it was something I’d never do. However, I am going to need as much initial capital as I can get to start up my new site, so I need to be generating revenue wherever I can right now. I am, however, super duper excited about my new site, and I think it’ll be worth it in the long run.

So click on the ads if they interest you, don’t click on the ads if they don’t interest you. Just don’t accuse me of selling out, because, ya know, I already know that, and I’ve made my peace with it. It’s for the greater good, y’all.

Hey guys, just basically checking in, not gonna write much because I promised myself I wouldn’t spend too much time working on the computer tonight. I just need a break. I’m in the early stages of trying to launch a new website (shhhh!) and with that comes a lot of stress and pressure. I love launching new ventures, but I always feel the weight of the responsibility sitting on my shoulders, especially when I’m employing people. Also I had a really frustrating day of trying to get documents together for my taxes (my CPA emailed me and apparently I was missing some) and I came home from the office carrying soooo much stress. I couldn’t let it go. I realized my breathing was really shallow and I was actually encouraging the stress to persist in my body. So I’m still trying to actively take deep breaths. I’m feeling way better than I was when I first got home, but for some reason this little bit of stress just wants to linger.

And just for fun:

Thanks to Twitter buddy @effedparkslope for this. Erica also co-founded a fantastic and hilarious website about my old neighborhood in Brooklyn, Park Slope, called Fucked in Park Slope. I like reading it because it reminds me why I got the fuck out of there.

(Wanna follow me on Twitter? Click here.)

I heard about this story a few days ago, but this is my first time seeing the video.

It is brillz.

A group of NYU students “barricaded” themselves into the school cafeteria, demanding greater transparency in the NYU budget, scholarships for Palestinian students, supplies for the Islamic University of Gaza and, of course, for someone with authority to pay attention to the big words they know, like “consensus” and “devices of force” and “dirty fucking rats.”

The kids don’t seem to understand that NYU is a private university — that their parents are paying a shitload for them to attend — and barricading oneself in an edifice belonging to a private establishment could easily be construed as trespass, destruction of property and total douche-baggery, among other things. They have zero rights here, and it’s to the credit of the security team that they manage to keep a straight face throughout all this.

Please stay tuned until the end, where they all huddle up to gain a “consensus” on whether or not they should show the security dudes their NYU IDs — which they are required to do when on campus, by NYU regulations. The security team has given them ten minutes to confer, and one of the guys is like, “Okay, who’s our facilitator? Who can facilitate?” That’s when, all alone in my apartment, I rolled my eyes.

Look, do we have an island where we can put kids like this? Like maybe once Guantanamo shuts down? They can all just frolic among the palm trees and seashells, bra-less and dreadlocked and videotaping the whole thing. They can shout meaningless platitudes and redundant legalese at the open sky during the day, and at night they can huddle around the camera and gleefully watch the footage, each experience more self-congratulatory than the last. After four years, when it’s all out of their system, we’ll just hand them a BA in Philosophy (that’s what they were studying, right?) and send them off to cashier at the Park Slope grocery co-op, which is all they really wanted in the long run anyway.

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Please stop sending me emails and Facebook messages telling me I need to calm down on the Botox because it’s looking like I went overboard lately.

Guys, I haven’t had it done since November. It’s completely worn off right now, and it has been for at least a month or two.

This is just what my face looks like.

So let’s stop it with the “your face looks awful lately, stop the Botox” messages. They’re not helpful. And it just makes it even clearer that some of you have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. Okay?