Chasing the dream...at a comfortable pace.
I’m not the most spiritual person. Meditating stresses me out because I can’t relax. If ever I pray, it’s for things like the lottery or my safety upon boarding an aircraft. Also, I am terrified of Sedona. So in the past, when people have talked to me about the power of crystals and how to align my chakras,… Read More
Did I really just see this? Pre-natal pole dancing classes? Forgive me. Normally, I couldn’t be less interested in writing about women’s business because the people who do, can’t help but come off as irritating, or irritated rather, like how Jezebel seems to be in a perpetual state of being offended over the way Lena Dunham… Read More
A number of years ago, one of my very best friends gave up a cherished Manhattan apartment that she had called home for well over a decade. She had a two-year-old son at the time and the rising costs of living in New York City were making it harder and harder to provide adequately for… Read More
Because slacking off can be hard work. Let me do it for you. I can’t tell if that sloth is being lazy or if the simple act of hanging onto something is the most amount of energy a sloth is capable of exerting. Either way, they don’t really do much which makes them perfect Slackers… Read More
I did something the other day that I have never, in my almost twenty years of being in the work force, done before. I covered a shift on my day off. And not like one where a co-worker asks me to cover weeks in advance for a vacation they’re going on. I’ve done that before,… Read More
I love TV. TV is my friend. I get excited just thinking about it. When I’m at work and it’s the end of a long day, I rush home for no other reason than to sit on my couch and watch the stupidest shows imaginable. I swear I can feel the pleasure centers in my… Read More
Because slacking off can be hard work. Let me do it for you. Talk about slacking. I’m writing this during the commercials of a Vikings marathon. I guess it’s a good show because like ah…duh, Vikings. But on the other hand, I’m getting the sense that these guys were kind of dicks. So I’m torn between… Read More
I like cats. Well, I like A cat. My cat. He moved in with me fourteen years ago after walking in through my living room window one night like he owned the place. He still doesn’t have a name. He never told me and I never asked, so I’ve always just called him kitty or the… Read More
I hate anything too corporate. Even when it doesn’t apply to me directly. Just watching the staff at a movie theater or a waiter at an Applebee’s having to repeat what is obviously an employee script when they’re greeting me or taking an order, gives me the creeps. I picture company meetings filled with uninterested… Read More
To see why TONY is stressing me out, look here. Of all of my Time Out New York excursions thus far, the Indian festival of Holi was the one I was looking forward to the most. Every year in India, thousands of Hindus celebrate the beginning of spring and its abundant colors, by dancing in… Read More
