in a random turn of events, my bestest friend in the world and i will be moving in together. in brooklyn. this is literally the LAST thing i ever imagined happening.
from san jose to southern california to new york, from benchwarming to basketball recruiting trips to med school and beyond, we’ve had each others backs through it all. i cant even explain my excitement for the shenanigans we’ll be partaking in. cooking up a storm and running off the calories at prospect park. staying up late to study for finals and prep for conference calls. yelling at each other about playing tetris with stacked dishes in the dishwasher. hahahhaha. this girl knows me better than i know myself - there is no facade, no pretense, no motives. she’s always the breath of fresh air and stability when i’m drowning in my own bullshit.
Tumblring my tweets again. So sue follow me.
It’s been a helluva week. Early Friday celebration. #FF
It takes work and it takes really hard effort. Sometimes it takes teeth into tongue and sometimes it takes bone against bone.
They weren’t lying when they said relationships take hard work. It’s the truth and it’s never been more clear. You never really know what it means until you are clawing at the seams with your bare hands, hoping and wishing that things will piece themselves together without fighting so hard. But it doesn’t happen so easily.
I slept.
He made tacos for dinner.
We drank root-beer floats.
I just want to make sure we’re one hundred percent I told him and he nodded.
It’s hard when you close back together the ripped open seams with your own hands, stitch by stitch
And sometimes when you get really lucky, there are moments where it feels like it never even happened.
Ethaney sometimes unintentionally chronicles my life. Except that I hate rootbeer floats. Miss you darling. XO
Ten-ish years ago, Scoop Jackson was the catalyst for everything I grew immensely passionate about and ultimately ended up doing in life. Hands down my favorite sports writer to date and probably the only person I’d legitimately geek out over if I ever met in person. The man fascinates me to no end. (thanks ML for the article!)
Such a sucker for cuffed denim and great heels… neither of which is conducive to client meetings in NYC. Time to quit my job and become a fulltime fashion blogger… SIKE.
fobby (but adorable) mom learns how to text… hilarity ensues.
Ken Jeong, an inspiration to us all.
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mayonnaise colored benz i push miracle whips.
… one of those days. never not good enough.
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Planepooling to avoid carmageddon. Of course, the one weekend I’m back in LA this month, the 405 is shut down. CRAP.
