The Packing begins....

My Kitchen Table is gone, and has now become the place where I am stacking box after box. More pictures to come. Days until Move: 11

Personal Style.

I skimp when buying: I love White tees, but stick to Hanes of Fruit of the Loom.

I splurge when buying: Jeans, I love Sevens and James jeans.

I always break this fashion rule: My Mother and Aunt JoJo tease me, saying I'm the only person they know who wears after-five attire during the 9-5 hours. It's true, I wear evening clothing during the day, often.

I never break this fashion rule: I don't break the obvious ones, about like light washed jeans and white tennis shoes... but everything else is whatever.

Most cherished item: Black Macbook and Blackberry

Guilty pleasure: My uggs.

Describe your personal style: classics, conservative, after-five, clean cut,

I feel best wearing: summer: shift dress, belted, sandals, oversized glasses

winter:slim legged jeans, flats, tank, tee, cardigan, oversized glasses,

Personal style quirk: I wear the same vintage Bakelite bangles every day. One is coral and the other, mustard yellow. Before the Bakelite they were 2 brown vintage bangles from Argentina.

Most underrated item: The tank under the tee. it makes all the difference.

Never caught wearing: in public: sweat pants, tee-shirts, or hoodies

When I was in high school I wore: I pretty much had the same style then as I do now. I think my usual outfit consisted of a button down oxford or polo. Jeans, or a mini skirt. Accessories: trade the bakelite for sterling bracelet with my initials, and the Tiffs beans for pearls.

Favorite fashion magazine: W. I've been an avid reader since High School. I couldn't subscribe to anything but Teen vogue, so I'd buy the W at Barnes and Noble, until I got to college.

Favorite other magazine: Marie Claire. I used to love Jane, until if folded, and Nylon, until it got cool.

Perfume: french connection, fcuk her

I will miss these.

I'm still awake only because when the thunderstorm started I thought "... is this my last one like this?" I love a thunderstorm, especially in the summer, and I don't know how they perform in New York, but here they are stellar.

So I stood on my porch (where my patio furniture used to be) and enjoyed it.

So, North Carolina? 1 point; for superior summer light shows.

Inside the Actors Studio-- 10 questions

1. What is your favorite word? the ones in my personal lexicon.
2. What is your least favorite word? ones I have trouble spelling or pronouncing, like business and peculiar, respectively.
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually, or emotionally?: spiritually: excitement, independence. emotionally: eye contact, organic connection
4. What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally? creatively: when I feel like my personal styling/preferences are being swagger jacked. spiritually: legalism, rules, mean-spiritedness. emotionally: bad listeners, liars.
5. What sound or noise do you love? the way the south sounds at night, in the summer.
6. What sound or noise do you hate? babies crying when they are in a place babies shouldn't be (in the shops past 7pm, at adult restaurants)
7. What is your favorite curse word? fuck. obviously, it's the most versatile.
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? something behind the scenes in fashion, like a stylist. Or a TV personality.
9. What profession would you not like to do? plumber, trash collector, exterminator, all because I hate waste, trash, and bugs.
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "you aren't nearly as bad as you thought you were, my dear."

TFLN. Part 1

I think TFLN is probably one of the best websites right now. It kicks FML's sorry ass b/c FML is sometimes a little retarded and like... obv these people are liars. Whatever. I added TFLN to my google reader, which is also on my blackberry, so when I'm bored I"ll scroll them. Over the past little while now I'll send in text I get from RSJ or parts of BBM convos with SM. I never really thought to check to see if they were there though, because I never visit the actual website. I happened to go to it from my Blackberry and saw where you could search area codes... so I check mine and SM's. I didn't see our exact texts, it was more like out text wearing a disguise.

(919): What are we going to do tonight?

(704): What we try to do every night. Take over the world

I can't remember this one, explicitly..... However, this (919), (704) duo post a lot... curious how they even share our area codes. In fact, I'm pretty sure this is SM and myself.

(704): I got so high last night I started crying because i couldn't stop thinking about how scary space is

Interesting. This did happen.... only I, (919), was drunk. And I text it to SM, (704). And yes. Even sober I still think Space is very scary.

(704): Wearing these hooker shoes was a mistake

This did happen. We were out at this bar in Raleigh and SM wore these cute little menswear inspired magenta pumps. Only they were made for sitting, not standing and dancing in a bar. She has never worn them again, which is unfortunate.

Stay tuned for part 2 as the story develops.

So much for being an original.

I had to change my name on twitter... which sucks because coming up with new user names and such is really hard. I tried "Sesh" it was taken. I tried variations of my first middle and last name, initials, whatever. All available but I wasn't really feelin them.

So I tried just my own name. and it was taken. If my name was Kelly, Mary, Anne, Jenny... it would be whatever... but it's not. it's an original, or so I thought.

This girl stole my name. And like.... I don't get why! Clearly other people can have my name. There are like a million people in Ghana who have my first name as their surname, but thats in Ghana. This girl in in Maryland.

This is Sesh, from Australia. You, sir, stole my effing nickname. It doesn't make any sense to be selfish about a name, but for 23 years I enjoyed being the one and only (that I knew) this "seshie" in MD and this "Sesh" in Australia.... mark busters.

What the Hell.

My body clock is still set for 6:20am, despite all of my efforts to push it back, most mornings I wake up, then, when I realize the time, I am pissed. What exactly am I in a hurry to do all day? worry about my future? Well, it's 7:13am and this is the cause of my triple-a today.

I wake up to 3 emails on my blackberry. 1 from a guy: " Saw your patio furniture listing, am interested. Is it still available" -- Kosh. I respond back.

The second email. Subject: " Info Needed contacted back."

The third email. Subject: "Needing more info on ad. forsale."

this is the message contained in both:

Saw your ad, hope you don't mind that I wanted to share what happened
to me with you. I'm a very down to earth person and am always looking
to help people out for the better.

It is a tough time we live in with the poor economy and rising
unemployement rates. I was in a very tough situation like a lot of
other people until I came across this spassets.co.cc. They paid my
loans off in full and are helping me get through these rough patches
until I can find a job. I highly recommend you check it, it could
change your life around...

Um... I guess thats a little fucking alarming. Like I read both emails and then immediately panic. I'm googling Spassets.co.cc. I am digging through my yahoo account trying to figure out what the fuck they are talking about.

So I respond back to them saying that I'm doing research for an article because I am a writer... because ALL i can think is "I am going to jail. fuckkk." all this panic and I wasn't even sure what the hell i'd done in the first place.

I forward an email to SM and am literally shaking as I send it. Afterwards, however, it hits me. I am being retarded. So I google the hidden craigslist email to which these 2 douchebags responded to.

this is what came up. Its me alright. Me and my patio furniture. I posted that shit yesterday because I DO NEED TO SELL IT. I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING PORCH IN NEW YORK.

So imagine me, 6:48am confused as hell. I go to the little spasets.co.cc website. This is what popped up. get out of Debt?!

Why is this happening to me? I am seriously too fucking busy with trying to get my life together. Waking up at 6:20 and having e-mail thugs bang bang bang bangin on my Craigslist post is annoying. No, I am not in any damn debt. If I was, stranger 1 and stranger 2, I do not need your little 2 cents on how to get out of said debt. Did I mention that the emails came at 4:49am and 5:01am? So these to assholes were in cahoots. The truth is the emails scared me! They were all out of context, made no sense and read like a flyer the Mormons or Jehovah's Witnesses. I don't need my "life turned around." Damn. didn't know it was so wrong that I'm trying to get my hussle on.