contemplating a change

i just spent another 9 days in the lovely city of los angeles, and the experience has left me wanting. i’ve come back to new york, a place where i thought i’d realized my dreams: living in the big city; landing an amazing job with an amazing group of people—AND loving it; supporting myself on my own…

but the trip has left me longing.

i’ve always been the type that gets a little restless after too much of a thing, be it good or bad. and this last trip has me thinking that it’s about time to uproot my life—once again—and try out something new, somewhere new.

i’ve discussed my thoughts with a number of the people i’m closest to, and so far, most of them have reacted in favor of me acting upon this impulse. i’m young. i have nothing tying me back—no mortgage; no children; no boyfriend—so why not?

my job is the one thing i don’t want to leave behind. i love my job; my coworkers; what i do. everything about it is great.

but if i stay, in 10 years will i be able to turn back, sift through the pages of my life, and say: “yeah, that was the right decision…no regrets”?

what is life, if not a chance to experience all that you can feasibly experience?

 

octolazy

i live in the city that allegedly never sleeps. and yet, i find myself happiest on weekends spent lazily lounging around my apartment, doing nothing worth talking about. today, i rolled out of bed at around noon, because i’m awesome. i threw on some shorts & a tee, and walked to starbucks, grabbed myself a venti mocha frappe light, then came home to spend the next 6 1/2 hours—yes, you read that right—watching battlestar galactica with my roommate.

jealous?

also, i just finished an episode of iron chef america. the ingredient of the day was octopus, and it left me with a strong craving for grilled octopus at one of my favorite manhattan restaurants, nisos. in its simplicity, it’s amazing: grilled octopus, olive oil, balsamic, and basil.

i’m hungry.

no i’m not. i just love eating.

 

outfit breakdown

i don’t normally do this, but i really liked today’s outfit. granted, all i did was walk to ditmars to grab a venti mocha frap lite, but i got to rock my brand new bag in public. that made me happy.

the breakdown:

newsboy hat: h&m $7
orange graphic tee: expressmen $20
vest: forever 21’s men’s line: heritage $20
jeans: american eagle circa 2001 $40
sunglasses: gucci $90 (discounted at century 21)
bag: fred perry $100
phone: piece of shit voyager brought to you by verizon $too.much

jeans making me feel skinny: $priceless

and you can’t see them, but i’m also wearing a delightful pair of cerulean patent leather shoes, from aldo…sort of a moccasin/dock shoe amalgamation. i think they were roughly $30, on sale.

whatchu thank?

 

don’t be tardy for the party

praise jesus. the air conditioner in my bedroom is working tonight!

despite having the super check out the unit last monday, my bedroom a/c has decided that it’s only going to work every other day. last night i slept in an 80 degree room. tonight, i’m about ready to crawl under the covers*. it’s lovely. i’ve been trying to get my super to come back to take a look at it, but he has yet to return my phone call. (let me point out: i’ve called 4 times in 2 days and left messages each time.) by now i can tell, that fucker is manually putting my calls through to voicemail. tomorrow, i may call the realtor who got us the apartment to see what kind of pull she might have.

in other news, i discovered the first single by real housewives of atlanta’s kim zolciak. it’s no tight rope, but i’m not gonna lie…i love it. take a listen: don’t be tardy for the party

* i spoke too soon. as i was typing this, the air flipped off. fml.

 

a brief chat with lauf butt

a snippet of a conversation with a coworker today, via im:

mollie: my new band name
bullets and numbering
me: hahaha
first album: outline
first jam: i wanna put you in order
mollie: haha
me: i’m so happy my spreadsheets are back!
mollie: whee
me: srsly
i was gonna cry
these spreadsheets are my lifeblood
that’s my first jam
off my album: EXCELling @ Life

nerdz 4 lyfe.

 

my latest fascination

i have a new guilty pleasure. i’m not exactly proud of it, but then again, i’m not ashamed either. upon my first introduction, i was slightly hesitant. but i gave it a shot. and with each passing moment, basking in its glory, my devotion to it deepens.

i’m sure you’re dying from anticipation already. what is it that you’re talking about j. pram?! what is this new devotion of yours?! is it jesus? it’s jesus, isn’t it?!

no, fool. it’s not jesus. it’s something much more real.

that’s right. nyc prep. it’s one of bravo’s latest reality innovations, following a handful of über rich new york city high school students as they eat at lavish restaurant, shop for expensive clothes, take lots of car services, and engage in drug- and alcohol-fueled drama.

i admit, it’s not exactly the healthiest of addictions, but hey. it’s better than crack, right?

right.

what i am ashamed of, sometimes, is my fascination and slight boy crush on the drama-creating, fashion-loving, guyliner-wearing, possibly bisexual p.c.

there. i said it. but really now. can you blame me?

 

1 on 1. a deep convo with maigread coughlan.

maggie: tomorrow baby lions are coming to the office, so i should probably be well rested so they don’t bite me
me: meh
simba was pretty tame
i’m sure they’ll be nice
and sing a catchy song
maggie: hey lion friend, do you know the circle of life? harmonize with me buddy
me: is rafiki coming?
maggie: i hope they can bring him along
me: he has a sweet bright blue ass
maggie: sweet is right
anyway, i’m passing out
aight Josh Pramis
ps
go to bed before 1 slick
me: this convo is going on javacado
thanks
maggie: yesss
me: haha
maggie: night
me: niiiiiight
maggie: email tomorrow

 

i hate my life

so says jinx. you can just read that shit in his eyes:

i absolutely love how:

a: jinx is judging your ass
b: despite jinx being an asshole, you can’t deny that he antm’ed this photo-op. work it!

 

another food coma…

…and for once, i’m not talking about mine!

today after leaving work, i decided to treat myself to a wonderful—if not epic-sized—sub/hoagie/grinder…whatever you want to call it, from my favorite neighborhood deli (turkey, lettuce, tomato, extra meunster cheese). well, mr jinxy decided he was going to help himself to some of the leftover turkey i couldn’t manage to force into my gullet. the results:

here’s hoping this means that tonight, the little fucker won’t keep waking me up with demands to leave my bedroom, come back, leave again, come back, etc. (and for those who don’t know, refusing to let him in or out does no good. he knows how to open my door, so he’d just let himself in. but with the a/c on, i have to keep the door locked. which means he just keeps trying. and it’s loud.)

this morning, as i left for work, i kissed him on his head, scratched him by his ears, and may have said something along the lines of, “i’m leaving now. you can go fuck yourself.”

 

amtrak shmamtrak

i’m sitting on an amtrak train, waiting. i don’t know what’s going on, but the train got to a stop, boarded people, and then backed up. an explanation was made, but of course the people surrounding me decided to get really loud just in time for the announcement. (and they quieted down just in time for it to finish.)

but i must say: well-played amtrak. we had all completed a customer (dis)satisfaction survey just in time for the lengthy standstill. i want mine back.

i really should invest in a private jet.