Next Gen NYC: they go to a lymphatic drainage appointment
GRWM to be in a weird headspace
I was at the museum when the helicopter descended into the Hudson. Everyone around me was caught up in their own business and rushing to meetings, but I stepped out to the terrace with another coworker. I wasn’t terribly close, but still got to see a lot of emergency vehicle activity in the city and on the river. I still don’t know how the crash happened, but alas, all six passengers dead.
Living in such a claustrophobic place can really overwhelm, but nothing quite like pondering the possibility of a helicopter landing elsewhere. Maybe upon some pedestrians or crashing into a building, as opposed to a body of water. Another day to be grateful my body wasn’t crushed.
What a true nightmare. God.
May the passengers rest easy, eternally… and may peace find their families.
I was just at the pharmacy waiting to pick up meds and saw this rooster door mat in one of the aisles. Only $3.99 too - it should cost more. Would be unbelievable to come home to that everyday as I return to my nest, my sanctuary. I didn’t get it, but God it’s so cute.
I put in maybe 9 months? A year? into watching Vanderpump Rules from the top. Scandoval put me on track to finally get into it and I’m grateful for the 11 season journey I’ve been on. I was really protective of my ignorance on the Tom Sandoval and Ariana Madix matter. In case you too are clueless, I’ll protect. But I insist you watch it. When I caught up to the drama, I was ROCKED. The ultimate shock and betrayal.
Watching this show feels like being addicted to sugar and alcohol. Lisa Vanderpump has been so invested in her staff and it really is the best thing any of them have ever had. Too bad the investment pays zero dividends. The sheer volume of booze consumed in a given episode is profound, and naturally, half of them are on a sober journey by season 11.
There is really nothing like it. My brain has been in the absolute trenches of the Vanderpump universe, flipping between the show and Sexy Unique Podcast. There’s a lot to get through, but I’m devoting my time to the sacred texts. I need it in my veins, through both arms and the neck.
Aries season and I’ve been in a red hot rage. I’m sorry, but so much has been incredibly annoying lately. Having road rage about my life - not cute. Need 2 chill.
I think everything will feel great next week when I’m no longer on my period!
I really put the blackout curtains on my life January - March. I sat in the dark days and only dealt with the bare essentials. Read, work out, cook at home, tidy the finances a bit, dined out with my man on Fridays. Very sparingly did I phone a friend. It was a quiet period, but it felt great honestly.
Being 30, I’ve found, is protecting the feeling of feeling good as much as possible. I can’t book myself two weeknights in a row. I can’t compete with a hangover, it will destroy me. But I must go out. I just have to be deliberate about moderation in new ways. It means something else now. Rest and drinking water is amazing. Something I did not know when I was, let’s say, 20 :)
There is nothing quite like Spring’s bounty. I went into the break room recently and there was a massive bouquet.
This could have sat on a secluded desk, but it went in the break room instead and something about the gesture really touched me. If you feel inspired, buy a bouquet for your place of work and put it somewhere lots of people walk by.
I never take fit pics anymore, but feel like I should because I finally like what I’m wearing most of the time. Who cares though. Feeling good on your own is its own victory.
Celebrated opening week of Amy Sherald’s new show. Felt really crass asking a stranger to take our photo with an iPhone at the step and repeat. We looked great though and worth it for the memory. Open bar with top shelf liquor - martini served in a wine glass. All felt really luxe and nice.
The new Bravo show Next Gen NYC seems bad. They somehow made all those girls in the promo pic look like Tate McRae. Of course the two blonde guys look identical. I’ll be sat for Gia Giudice and Brooks Marks, but need to figure out the rest. I’m really shook about the guy named Shai.
His Bravo bio reads:
Shai Fruchter has spent his whole life adapting—from growing up between Israel and China to transplanting into a suburban New Jersey high school. Now after a year in Manhattan’s eclectic East Village, he’s finally free to explore creativity, romance and the endless pursuit of authenticity, but joining this circle of bold, connected, and ambitious friends might be more than he bargained for.
Cannot wait to follow his endless pursuit of authenticity and see the streets of the East Village captured in Bravo’s saturated lenses. Hopefully I’ll run into him at the York.
I pray at least some of these people have something like a 9-5 job. I won’t be able to handle watching a 20-year-old live their life like a housewife. I hope there’s some hustle and insecurity, and a path towards self-realization. This won’t work if they replicate an influencer’s life on TV - going to Pilates and getting masseter Botox on a Tuesday at 11am. I need social climbing and careerism front and center.
I bought a water color paint set and it is rocking my world. I cannot draw AT all and I’m learning to paint as we fly. I also bought this beginner water color book by Emily Lex Studio that helped me jump right in. The birds are so sweet and I think I’ll ship the cardinal to my parents. Pigeon stays with me. Honestly, they are so good I want to gift them, but don’t want to insult. Idk, my ego is soaring rn I love painting and I feel like I’m not bad.
I wanna buy the Baking book next, once I’m done with the Birds.
Thinking of ways to celebrate Easter on 4/20 this year. I love Spring cooking. More on that later.
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4/20 Easter with the most high 🐣 🌱🍃