Just had a flashback of being an unpaid stylists assistant carrying 75 pound garment bags all over Manhattan, 12 hours a day for 3 months. Ahhhh the fashion industry. Rewarding is it not?
Theres a lot of new, young uber/cab drivers and like yes get your money, but I need the experienced older drivers that make me fear for my life but get me to my location at the speed of LIGHT.
Just found out the lady who plants the flowers in the flower box outside our building is married to the piano player in the building making them the ultimate upper west side couple.
Yesterday my boyfriend asked me if he toasted sourdough would it taste good with hummus and I literally starting crying. Like two tears streamed down my face. If anyone has any information on the psychology behind this, please let me know.