So, as we all know, I dance. I sing. I prance around pretending that I’m a starlet just waiting for her big break. Well, here it IS. I’ve always wanted to go to Italy, my roots are there and there is property that is just waiting to be fixed up and made beautiful again. While this was my main goal, I have just found out that there is an opportunity to dance in Sicily at an incredible outdoor cabaret and if I can money together I’ll get the gig! I know it’s a long shot. You don’t know me. But even a dollar helps….sure $1,000 would be LOVELY but clearly we are not all rich. Feeling daring and generous, help me find my way to the stage in ITALY! Your donation could make all my dreams come true and when I am famous, you can bet your sweet ass that I’ll be flying you to all my shows! ;] Thanks guys…and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE help if you can!
Ok, for those of you new to my blog, I am a 22 year old living in New York. Now, I live extremely close to the subway and have a habit of making eye contact with the wrong people. Today, while taking an evening stroll to grab a late coffee, I saw a man…under the train..with pencils in his ears. Of course I made the all too frequent mistake of making eye contact, and over he came. While yelling at me in a language that no one but him can speak, he seemed to be motioning to his…err…naughty parts and giggling to himself. I walked off only to realize I was indeed being followed. Then, like a bat out of hell, he came running at me, knocking me off my feet. He then smiled, handed me $20 bucks and walked off. Confusion. Under the bridge.
Well…what do you do at 3:23 in the morning but do the most hated, yet addicting, type of posting. Selfies. We smile. Duck face. Stick our tongues out. Body shots. Butt shots. Basically anything of JUST us…and then we post and cross our fingers that others appreciate them as much as we do (don’t lie…everyone does.) New York breeds insomnia, insomnia leads to boredom…and BAM…here we are. Enjoy…and comment/like because I’m crossing my fingers as we speak 😉
It’s amazing how quickly the seasons change in New York. One second you’re grabbing sandals and a chic sundress and running to a picnic in the park, the next, you’re dodging snow plows and praying that the building cranks up the damn heat! But then again, it’s moments like this that remind me that I am lucky to be hear. My debt, tears, rejection and starvation seem to drift away when you’re sipping a pumpkin spiced latte and breathing in the intoxicating scents of fall. Ahhhh…