Hi! Since I’ve mostly been waking up drinking coffee than getting in my bikini & making cocktails and sunbathing in my backyard with my roommate I haven’t needed the most elaborate makeup routine. I’m of the “i need to put my face on” camp so most days I do do a little something. This look is super glowy fresh faced and youthful. I like it cause it makes me look well rested and perky. This is a little time lapse of me doing my glowy no makeup makeup look:
I just realized my laundromat is closed because of the corona virus and we don’t have a washer or dryer in our apt. And this quarantine is supposed to go on for months🙃 Time to appreciate that I have way too much close & time to get creative.
Y’all just finished cursing someone out. I stopped for one seconds for my asthmatic lungs to be ok and not think they’re dying after I walked out of the stairs of the subway. In this few second period of me huffing and puffing some crusty pervy looking 50 yr old man w a cane approached me and I couldn’t so I POLITELY said I’m sorry I have to catch my train and started to walk away and this man hit my ankle with his cane….. sheesh. I blacked on this man. I was just getting my breath back from the stairs (I’m the most ancient 22 yr old you ever did see) and used all that breath to unload on him. “You can not be hitting people with you mother fucking cane” and lots more heavily cursed words but I never remember what I said when I really curse someone out. For the first split second after he hit me he seemed to come forward and kept smiling a deranged smile and me but then I got louder and really committed to it and leaned all the way in in a way only anger management girls like me can and he didn’t get a word it and stopped moving.
I was having a really weird really hard really stressful day. I don’t know if my dads cancer is back or if he has diabetes and my employees keep trying to talk politics with me (which I think is really inappropriate) and I works 15 hours or something ridiculous (I’m too tired to do the math).
This sadly (unhealthy af) and happily (delicious af) is my most commonly eaten meal. What’s your most commonly eaten meal and what does it say about you? Mine says that I’m cheap and lazy as fuck and also that I believe more is more when it comes to pizza.
Hi! I hope you had a lovely February she writes from a week plus into March. My favorites of the month are late once again and I’m hoping to not make this a tradition this year.
Here were my favorite things this month:
The Metropolitan Museum of Art: This is my new favorite museum in the world. It’s so glamorous and one of the great privileges of being a New Yorker is that you can pay whatever you want. My best friend and I went yesterday and paid one dollar each. There’s so much marble and home decor (for when you’re extremely wealthy of course). The architecture is unreal and there are lots of parts of the museum that are full of sunlight, statues, and columns. It feels very dreamy and surreal. Of course, it is now one of the many museums currently closed due to the virus. Here’s some pics of me being annoying in front of beautiful art.
Cigarette pants: I’m not a big pant person because they’re super uncomfortable for me but cigarette pants are so chic and make me feel like a seductive femme fatale in an old movie. I feel like cigarette pants are the most feminine pants and I have a very feminine style.
These are one of the rare things in this world that is worth more than it costs. It’s so cheap smells so good and makes my skin feel out of this world soft when I’m done scrubbing myself down with it in the shower. I love how many scents there are (my favorite is the mango). I try to exfoliate once a week and I used to use coffee grinds and brown sugar but I realized I don’t want to smell like coffee all the time since I’m already always clutching my coffee like it’s the cure.
Nightly refresh mouthwash: It makes my teeth feel so smooth and literally squeaky clean.
Stress ease tea: I like the cinnamon flavor best cause I find it to be the most comforting. It’s very soothing and I don’t know if it’s a placebo or not but my best friend and I were very sick and drank a very hot cup of this and felt a lot better the next day.
Essie Gel Nail Polish: literally chipped the first day and then I tried again because I had read some good reviews of it online and it chipped right away once again. It seems to be regular nail polish to me and not at all gel.
The fact that people have legitimately hoarded toilet paper???! And that most stores are out of it?? There are problems that us civilians have to deal with and some that we create, I don’t know why we had to create this problem smh. I hate to see greed all around me in such an apparent and unnecessary way.
5 minutes ago I was walking to the subway from work to go to my hot yoga class listening to my favorite podcast in Spanish Radio Ambulante when I noticed a strange man barreling towards me. The two hours I had between two jobs were supposed to be sacred at at least tranquil. The man was screaming and then he was screaming at me and I took out my headphones and he got in my space and shoved me. I said “get the fuck away from me” and he didn’t. He screamed “pussy, cunt” and then I stopped yelling and instead smiled condescendingly at his face and said “look at yourself” and put an arm in stop signal between us. Then I walked away, heart beat loud and knife buried way too deep in my bag.
In my periferal while this happened I noticed a few men stop in their tracks and watch to make sure I had it under control to watch to see I wouldn’t get hurt. I took care of it and myself as I like to and have to and do. I started to walk away and then noticed there was a cop standing there and I told him what had happened and he said that he had seen it and that’s why he’d walked out of the building he was in (the hospital). He didn’t do anything though but give me a slight attitude for telling him what he had apparently seen and decided to to nothing about. Now I’m on the subway and I think I’m gonna be late to my class.
The first guy who I hit was a guy who saw a girl about my age on her bike and he was in his walking path. Instead of being normal or regular and walking around her he kicked her bike down. She fell in the middle of the street in front of the container store and I hit him in the shoulder. I cursed at him and he cursed back and walked away. The girl was shaken like I am now. Nerve endings shaking and heart breathing a little bit off sync probably.
There’s really no moral or point to this except that men are dangerous and I have impulse control issues. All the danger I’ve ever been in has been because of a male adversary. I just hope we’re all careful and that we don’t run into the wrong person.
Sometimes it hurts me to think about how much more beautiful NYC would be if people just picked up their dogs poop and didn’t spit their gum out on the sidewalk.
On my first week off in a whole real while, my best friend came to stay at my house. My nanny family was vacationing in the Dominican Republic and I was ready to have a staycation. I went upstate to visit my family for a day and then Olive came back with me which felt so good cause it was like bringing a piece of my hometown back to my home.
We slept in, we drank excessive amounts of coffee, we watched Yummy Mummys (terrible but entertaining tv) and the Umbrella Academy (good tv) and also I used my prized possession, my blender and made margaritas and we got drunk in my living room. Being young and extra as we are we got dressed up and put on heels and we danced our very uncoordinated hearts out in my living room to salsa that blared from the google home. It was delicious innocent fun. For a moment there we even flirted with the idea of leaving the house but that is not really our style (mi novio, Olive and I have hermit tendencies and we had everything we needed in the house anyway).
It was so much fun and I even danced even though I can not dance and know so very well. I was the perfect level of drunk and I felt good the next morning. When I get drunk I get hyper and then I get sleepy so after we stopped dancing we started watching Yummy Mummies again and I left to change out of my itchy Fashion Nova evening gown into PJ’s and just accidentally stripped down to my underwear and fell asleep in my bed leaving Olivia and mi novio to Yummy Mummies lol. Anyways here are three photos from that night that I love and adore. And I hope you have a three-person party soon. It’s fun, it’s cheap, it’s safe, it’s easy and you can play whatever damn music you’d like. 10/10 would recommend
Hello internet void,
My best friend came to visit on Monday and since she wakes up every day at approximately 2pm I made the unconscious decision to live that lifestyle while she was here… and I’m not mad at it. I had this week off because my nanny family went on vacation to the Dominican Republic. Our routine this week was to wake up a 2 ish and then make coffee and I’d eat my typical egg breakfast and I’d make Olivia egg breakfast which she’d peck at and then we’d make coffee again and then we’d talk and we left the house at least one day but we just sat and talked about our anxiety and stress about the future and indecisiveness and abusive ex-boyfriends and the fact that we pile our clothes all over our room and don’t know if we’ll ever stop. We also watched the whole show the Umbrella Academy 1) because it’s very good and entertaining and 2) because Olivia is in love with Robert Sheehan. One of the perks of having Olivia as a house guest is she cooks and very well. One of my reoccurring high school memories is her making me delicious foods with goat cheese in it. She made us pork chops with a delicious tangy tomato sauce and fried rice. It was amazing and so full of flavor. It’s especially impressive because she never uses a recipe, she just sees what ingredients she has to work with and turns it into something delectable and makes it look easy. Anyways… it was so good to catch up with my bestfriend and have her here and I got more than 6 hours of sleep and a real home made meal for the first time in weeks. But I was falling behind on my work and today when I woke up I realized I had to play catch up and hard.
I have been going through the task rabbit application process for a little more than a month (more than a month because I kept procrastination watching the how to videos) but as of yesterday I had been verified and my account was up and running. I had finally gotten approved and promptly forgot about it until I got a job for today. Which is so awesome. I’ve been on a few apps with my tiny business Cleaning con Flores but some I had literally never gotten business from and one (Romio) I’d gotten business from but very few and very far between as it is a newer less established app. I’m pretty happy with task rabbit because so far I have been asked to do three tasks and completed one job today and I have on schedule for tomorrow (the other one was canceled by the client). I’m really impressed and excited about it so far.
My next errand was to pick up my to do list book from the public library in the West Village. The West Village is where I work for nannying so I am always at that library with the 3 year old. I always bring my to do list pad because it has rippable paper and drawing in that book under the right circumstances can be a big hit with my charge. Unfortunately for me I also write poetry in the book which gave me lots of stress when I left it there cause I really don’t want the librarians who see me 4 times a week with my three year old to read my bad poetry. Somehow I took deep breaths told my self that they didn’t look in my book and just hope that they didn’t read my lame poetry. So weird. I called ahead to make sure they had it and then I waited a week to pick it up cause I was busy being lazy and binging Netflix with Olivia for the majority of the week. Priorities.
My third get back in the working girl game thing I had to do was go to this bar that we’re interested in having a wedding after party in and talk to the manager. We had no meeting set up or anything, it was just time to show up in person cause they hadn’t responded to any of my calls or emails. My boss is the best most thoughtful boss in the world so when I told her that I was headed to the taco bar she venmoed me $30 for a margarita cause apparently it’s national margarita day. What I did to deserve her …. I will never know.
The last and of course what ended up being the most problematic thing was something that sounds so simple; picking up a prepaid computer. My computer broke a few weeks ago and since one of my jobs is a work from the computer job I had to buy a new one the same day the old one broke. My parents very very kindly bought me a new one I literally bought the same one again, just the newer model and they send off the old one saying that the geek squad will try to fix it and it would be covered in the warranty if it could be fixed. I said great, if it can be fixed please send it to some Best Buy in the lower half of Manhattan. At this point, it all still seems so simple. I got the email saying it was repaired and ready to be picked up. Great. I clicked track on the email to see where it was dropped off to see which Best Buy it was shipped to and it just said New York, NY. So I called the number on the email and asked which Best Buy it was shipped to. And got put on hold and got put on hold and got put on another hold. Then after like 20 mins of waiting the woman said that it had been shipped to the Best Buy on Colombus Circle. I said that’s strange cause I specifically asked for it to get shipped to a best buy on the lower end of Manhattan and I asked if she could please check again. She did and still the same address. So I hopped out of the Sephora I had been browsing in (actually not just browsing, I got another Stila glitter and glow eyeshadow in the beautiful color Spiritual) and hopped on the subway to head to the Best Buy.
Once I arrived there I was told that it wasn’t there and that it was in a Best Buy in NoHo. At this point, I had been on the subway four times that very day and I was carrying a backpack with lots of cleaning supplies and I was over it. The very kind and patient Best Buy associate told me after he looked again that it was definitely not there and he called the NoHo store who confirmed that yes it was there waiting for me just one more subway ride (and two transfers) away. I had less than an hour to get there and through my exhaustion, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. That light was the margaritas that Nick would make me when I got home. So I dragged my feet to the subway and arrived at the NoHo store where a very kind and knowing woman helped me (“I just got off the phone with your Mom, she said. “She told me you were on your way.”) We talked about our random non NYC home towns and she got me out of there very quickly.
After that I went to a Whole Foods (i wanted to go to a non bougie grocery store but this is NoHo after all) got some Margarita supplies and headed home. to the light.