Monthly Archives: October 2011
In NYC, there are 4 main types of transportation to consider: 1) the subway – definitely the primary source of getting around the city for most people, though not the safest option after 11pm while wearing 5 inch heels and a skirt someone referred to as a belt. 2) the bus, but no self-respecting NYC girl rides the bus. Ew. 3) walking – ideal for those times you’re feeling particularly emo/ pensive/ like your life is like a movie and walking around with your headphones on quietly pondering your life would make for a great montage scene. 4) cabs. It’s this final mode of transportation that has inspired an entire post. Behold: the love/hate relationship with New York City cabs and the people who drive them. Read the rest of this entry
My eating habits suck. I have apples, tofu and old soy milk in my refrigerator. Most days, I’m just hoping the Brita is full. It’s not easy being an NYC girl, let me tell you. I get take-out sometimes, but more often I go out to eat because I’m never home. Since I’ve moved into my own place I’ve found my eating habits are even more deplorable. This also ties in with the fact that it’s Q4 which is historically what I refer to as “crazy quarter” at work, so I’m running around like a lunatic. I’ve become what I call “accidentally anorexic” some days. It’s a combination of forgetting to eat coupled with being too lazy to go and get food along with preferring to consume a liquid dinner.
I recently discovered I’m getting quite a few hits to this little blog (who knew?) and I’m guessing you all don’t live in this glorious city and might be wondering about the life one lives here. So let’s start with a little walk-through of the diet any true NYC girl is likely to be following (this is assuming she’s actually consuming anything, which can’t be guaranteed). Read the rest of this entry
Whine alert: Please do not read this blog if you’re someone who wants to read all the reasons why it’s like so totally amazing to be a 20-something living in NYC. Please, let’s be honest here for a second. Those seasoned, experienced women we hear say “I’m so glad I’m not in my 20s anymore” – well, they’re right. At least, IMHO. Your 20s are this strange time where you’re not in college, but you’re not 30. Profound musings, I know. But think about it. You’re not in college. You’re not the much-feared 30. You’re just… 20 something. I don’t think it’s all that great. Here’s why: Read the rest of this entry