Sunday, December 26, 2010

Monday, December 20, 2010


Looks don't tell the truth.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


Daily Horoscope.

Try not to worry too much about whether or not you're actually dealing with anything you may be freaked out about. Instead, you need to focus on your more positive ambitions and desires.
(As today was the most stressful day I've had in quite sometime, this suggestion of hopeful correction to my absurd anxiety factors shockingly true).

I'm not one to judge; however, rub me the wrong way and I will attack your astrology sign by twisting around your negative traits to haunt you into a deafening coma. Not really, but close. Horoscopes do not encompass vague advice, for I always check my 'scope the following day to see if it renders the facts. It does. Perhaps it's just about convincing yourself to believe in something. If every day you thought you were allergic to chocolate, you'd give yourself a stomach ache. Keep things real, people.

Back to judging:

Sagittarius, you are a wet blanket. "Since when does efficiency equal fun? Since you got your hands on a to-do list, that's when! Your great personal energy makes crossing off chores just about the most fun a human can be allowed to have." Perhaps you should befriend more Leo's. "Even the most boring work chores keep you engaged and having fun today -and house cleaning is a riot! Somehow, your good energy makes almost anything seem to be fun, so tackle the dirty stuff."

You both should come clean my apartment while I flee to go hang out with the Kardashanian's. By that I mean, intense stalking as I trickle behind with alarming commentary which enables doom on their success. Love how the theme for astrology readings of the day consisted of none other than work-related situations; so it's only necessary I update my blog on company time.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010


I need a dark complected pup immediately.
I can only drape, frolic, and perch for so long on my own.

Another sad day will the Stuyvesant grazing parks go without a trendy friend of my own. Until then, I will sit in the bitter cold along side of the homeless and watch such joyful tiny souls gallop gayly in praise.



This is my life as a collaborative advertisement.
The Magic of Macy*s

Watch the newest trend.
Perhaps shop it too.

Monday, December 13, 2010

GS Update

What I'm about to say is an understatement:


Granted the Victoria's Secret fashion show was a month ago, I'm finally over my self-shame as partaking in such entertainment is a bittersweet experience which, in my case, caused slow recuperating back into personal acceptance.

Such a defined jawline should not live 5 minutes from me, although I know I wouldn't have it any other way. As much as I acknowledge my obsession, quite honestly, it's that of a shallow vanity I hold on Gabe, clearly I'm not trying too hard. You better believe he will encompass one of my new year's resolutions, along side of trying to not befriend those I meet once on my dog's Facebook and utterly confuse coworkers via email/corporate office phones.

I'd like to think my accumulation of friends' addresses, lengthly photo blogging, bar crawling (not always literally), blaring music so I can no longer hear my friends speak that are just two feet away from me and ordering a PBR at a trendy bar in the LES to make myself laugh are only practice for when I maneuver my way into becoming besties with Gabe and his posse just to drink them under the table. It's a blissful shock back into the blatant reality. Hi, it's been 6 months since I've lived here and it's about time he meets me.

The End.

Hello Kitty

Lady GaGa
Cobra Starship
Mac Makeup
Betsey Johnson


Never question HK's greatness again.

Hey Monday

Yo Cassadee,
Love your silver bow necklace.

We're twins.


Watch out, Cupid stuck me with a sickness
Pull your little arrows out and let me live my life
You better watch out, Cupid stuck me with a sickness
Pull your little arrows out, let me live my life
The one I better lead, all the blinds are fantasies

I'll write you harmony in C

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Happy Winter


One of my favorite albums to date.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Thumbs Up

Please see below for satisfactory acoustic.
And needless to say, beautiful boys.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


Urban Dictionary says:

The great affliction of the modern world. The unintentional judgement by one person of another persons suitability as a friend, associate, or future lover based predominantly on their appearance.

So what if we take self-portraits in mirrors, phones, Apple computers or any other device I'm sadly unaware about -at least we have the confidence to do so. Vanity isn't a bad characteristic nor does it embody the word "emptiness" like some pessimistics try to prove. I believe it's having the persistent control of your thoughts which prove you are, in fact, worth something. Maybe if more people would have a fraction of self-discipline and dominance over their inner, doubtful minds, they would stop blaming others for their unattainable success and misfortune.

I do not pity you solely because you are a hazard to yourself.

Words from a random stranger (that you must take to heart):
"Wow. If I had a mirror that fancy, I'd look at myself each morning and give a little wink."

Michael Rublin, thank you for letting me feature your innocent picture on my blog, for you are my most recently fun friend in such a city of utter mayhem.

Friday, December 3, 2010


As much as I love posting my favorite songs from YouTube, I absolutely despise that Justin Bieber is the background to most. Why? If his sly look had a fraction of similarity to any of the genres, I'd be okay with it. In fact, if Bieber covered a punk band or two, I'd be repulsed but nonetheless let the apparent congruency slide.

But this? I'm not okay.
Enjoy Emery.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010


1 chocolate down.
23 to go.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Goodbye November

Perhaps I won't post as many videos in December.



Towards the end of this music video,
I sadly realized how out of shape I am.

Mike, your sensitive voice countered with a masculine jawline triples that of Timberlake's entire self-worth. If anyone would like to fight me on that, let me know.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Sunday, November 28, 2010

David Thorne is

my hero
my soulmate
my role model
a humorist at the level of epicness one can only desire to achieve.

"Sometimes when I am in meetings, I imagine I am a robot programmed not to realize I am a robot and if the code word 'quantifiable' is mentioned, I will explode. I never do though. Other times I imagine I am a small Indian girl collecting water for my village in brightly painted clay pots."

I love you.

He's just an average Australian guy, who finds great pleasure in attacking people through Internet slander with the composition of personal email chains. And by people I mean his friends, family, co-workers, and those he encounters in his daily life. Do I admire his following? Absolutely. His vast vocabulary, effortless belittlement, and direct tormenting has me entertained for hours.

read the latest on his website, 27bslash6:

Oh, read these too.
If you possess just a fraction of dry humor, I promise you won't be able to stop.

Missing Missy
Party in Apartment 3
Permission Slip
Birthday Boy
Overdue Account

Time Out NY

Like that old shampoo commercial:
"I'm not trying to be noticed, but I won't be ignored."

Obviously he is crowned as one of New York's most stylish men.

Please read, carefully and thoroughly, the following interview linked below. Also, do not disregard noting the impeccable photographs.

Saturday, November 27, 2010


You probably thought and/or hoped I forgot about Gabe Saporta.

A creature so divine, utterly perfect, and triumphant to the entire male species doesn't slip my mind as retail math and maturity do over the weekend. Enjoy the plethora of casual encounters within this awkwardly played up video. Without Gabriel and gaudy American pride, there's not a single purpose. As for when I will run into him casually outside his own apartment in Union Square…
To be determined.

Linkin Park

Listen to their entire album "A Thousand Suns"
On repeat.

Monday, November 22, 2010

On Repeat

Such a good song.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Wish List

You absolutely cannot go wrong with anything purchased from the Urban Outfitters November catalogue.

Studded Tote

Bow Blouse

Faux Leather Pant

Hello Kitty Watch

Lace-Up Wedge Boot

Collared Romper

Bow Back Sweater Dress

Mustache Flask

Necessary Doilies


Hi. My dad is one of the best drummers in the entire world. His band is legendary; needless to say, everyone naturally knows each lyric to every song. I will casually be famous by association and default. My future is beaming so effortlessly.

Please note, I'm not even double digits and already trendier than all of downtown Brooklyn.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

From A-Z

Things I cannot live without:

Blink 182
DARE Program
Earth Day
Hello Kitty
Macy's Magic
Peer Pressure
Red Stripe
Zodiac Signs

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The Box

Located on the corner of Chrystie & Stanton, this drag-esque lounge isn't a far cry from the Mr. Brightside production. As both are that of a masquerade ball, I find it unchivalrous to copy such talent and wisdom from a legendary band. Specifically, this song brings me back to sophomore year in high school, where nap time in study hall/detention consisted of none other than The Killers "Hot Fuss" album on repeat.

And that's all I have to say.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


Remembering what's important
and only consuming yourself with what matters
is a hell of a lot easier said than done.

Coming from an individual who spends about two hours picking out a birthday card, I know prioritizing isn't exactly a walk in the park. With that being said, next time Pandora shoots me some old school Story of the Year that I can't quite handle at 10am, I will nonchalantly refrain from enduring the pain by easily selecting "next." I'm sorry, but crippling pain makes me think of none other than Texas. Hands down the last State in this country I would ever want to consider my home/natural habitat. Throw me a wholesome country boy, hillbilly lyrics, and a beaten up cowboy hat and you'll receive nothing short of violent verbal abuse. Such a place isn't a vacation; it's torture. Find me in my black leather, studded attire sitting along side of a busted ranch with mascara running down my face in anxiety and fear.

Back to my wisdom: take everything a day at a time. As we are all prone to think about the future, know that it's utterly impossible when we don't know what tomorrow will bring. If only if we could plan accordingly to our horoscopes would I consider becoming a gypsy. Until then, I will keep calm and carry on.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

I Love

how there isn't a chorus.
& how it gives me the chills.


Needless to say, found at Urban Outfitters.

Time After Time

"Everything happens for a reason."
I live by this, so it must be true.

As this was the topic of conversation at dinner, it's baffling to recap everything done in life due to an outcome of something else. Take out one event in the past, and you'd be defaulted an entirely different lifestyle. Think about it deeply and you'll get the goosebumps. From the smaller scale decisions to the big ones, everything builds off the other. If I never went to Purdue University, I wouldn't be blogging in my first NYC apartment. If I never switched my major, I wouldn't have worked for a year at Betsey Johnson. If Blink 182 never formed a band, I wouldn't have spent the majority of my college Friday nights jumping and singing in a fraternity "party" room, leaving sorority sisters angry with annoyance. Needless to say, if my fancy puppy wasn't apart of the Chiero's, he wouldn't have a Facebook. The biggest statement to comprehend: The same people, aside from my family, wouldn't be in my life.
I cannot even fathom.

Without these events, perhaps I wouldn't be as twistedly confusing, as creating new words is a talent of mine. Maybe I would have played with the idea of normalcy for a few years longer instead of acting out obnoxiously to raise an eyebrow. And maybe I, too, would already be married with a mediocre job back in my hometown if my ambitions were as detailed as a blank sheet of paper.

As this is my ultimate life's motto, I hold myself accountable for each action, since fate is that of a fantasy entity of misfortune. Indeed, things do happen out of reason, but it's based off of the impulse or planned-out decisions we, solely, make. Own it.

Free spirits make me happy.
Happiness causes bliss.
One in bliss has not a single complaint.

Just 10

Highest Ranked Guilty Pleasures
[in no particular order]

1. Using distorted vocabulary around mundane individuals
2. Chasing a Crown Royal shot with Red Stripe
3. Answering a question with a question
4. Eating soup in the winter
5. Polishing nails unprofessionally for the corporate atmosphere
6. Staying up until 4am watching YouTube videos
7. Purchasing Fiji bottled water solely for the Artesian decoration
8. Slapping a Trader Joe's employee high-five
9. Participating in chiche holiday festivities
10. Having absolutely no plans

Making Magic

Macy's would be proud.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Tyler Glenn


who encompasses the name of my blog so effortlessly.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Closing Time

Some people peaked in high school.
Others, like myself, don't quite understand what that really implies, because we had a hell of a time in college.

Purdue/FIT picture stream.

May 2010 back to August 2006.