Opening this damn app that I’ve deleted over 4 or 5 times already. It’s the OkCupid shuffle. I can’t ever decide whether I want to be a part of this ridiculous yet exciting enough to be on for hours, app. Majority of the time, these characters on OKC provide senseless humor for my roommate and I. The descriptions of themselves kill me; let alone the photos they decide are appropriate for this community. I can’t tell you how many ab/mirror shots I’ve seen. Honestly, what the hell am I supposed to do about that? Go into a corner and masterbate endlessly? Right, didn’t think so.
There’s been a few dates that have been alright. No one notable enough to consider dating- if anything, good friends I foresee. So, what is truly the point of being a part of this community? Truly, there’s no answer. I’m on it because I’m bored, which I think is the answer for most folks. When I’m laying in bed at night, I scroll through the endless ‘QuickMatches’ which are neveraccurate. But it’s most certainly one of the most entertaining things to do while unable to sleep.
The question I get most times of why I’m on OKC is frankly, why don’t you just go to bar or get out of the house? You can meet plenty of people that way. Well listen up sassy asses, heading to a bar for the possibility of may or may not meeting someone or wasting my time chatting up basics for the potential of meeting a more complex gentleman just doesn’t sound enticing. Granted, sure, I’ve become quite the homebody. Nothing sounds greater than a bottle of wine, at home, curled around my laptop and pup. Plus, men in this city are cheap. So, buying my own drinks consecutively is out of the question. A cheap bottle of wine is all this girl needs.
Will I keep the OkCupid app on my phone? Probably not. It will be one of those apps that gets deleted when I’m running low on memory. Perhaps I should just get my grandma ass up and go meet a real man, in person.
You know those moments where escaping is literally the only option you have left. You’ve tried therauptic writing, meditation and the like, and still nothing is working? That was me; to the country Pippa and I went.
I’d been chatting with Erika for a while about coming to the country where she lives in Pennsylvania. I wasn’t sure if I’d really go- I have true commitment issues. Have you not noticed my blog’s inconsistency lately? Yea, don’t remind me. But I figured it was exactly what I needed so I packed up Pippa and I’s things and toted her on the Staten Island ferry where Erika would pick us up.
There’s nothing quite like the country. The first 10 minutes we arrived, Pippa ran into the cow corrals and tried to ‘get them in line’. The stupid thing- she almost got killed barking at the cows and getting them pissed. Erika and I had to wrangle my manure-covered, manure-eating pup from the pen. I could of killed Pippa, the dirty thing. After we washed the pups (Erika’s pup put Pippa to shame), we went inside where I dined on Erika’s famous breakfast. Check her Instagram to feel what I’m feelin’.
Everything about that weekend was amazing. The brisk cold, the local spots, the house she grew up in- it was all perfection. All I wanted to do was buy a little cottage down the road, get Pippa a nice backyard and find simple life in the country. Yeah, we all have dreams.
A big thank you to Erika and Olive for the best weekend of 2012, calm and necessary.
Well, it’s been all about being neglectful lately as I’m home in California, spending time with my absolute favorite people. I hope you all have a wild and crazy New Years because this grandma will be drunk, on the couch, with her best girls, ringing in what will be my best year yet.
You read that right, I brought my date to see Nina Skye. Let’s back up shall we?
To wrap up this Stoli series, they held a huge party in the Meatpacking where there was booze, fashionistas (of which I’m sure you read my rambles) and maje music. I decided instead of canceling on my prior-scheduled date from OkCupid, I was going to bring him to such a festive gathering.
Blind dates are always wonky- you really don’t know what you’re getting. Granted, OKCupid helps you out with that with fancy images but really, it’s a blind date. After meeting my date in the front, we followed the bumpin’ music upwards to the Penthouse, naturally. Poor kid. It was his first time at one of these shindigs but he soon got comfortable after we found a delicious Stoli bev. He asked what it was about, I told him about the celebration of music and art and all that fancy stuff and that Nina Skye was going to perform… well let’s just say what a small world it is because he laughed and said that very thing. Then, proceeded to explain that ‘Nina Skye’ is FAM. Like, you know, family friends. Our night got even better.
With the delicious drinks consumed, we headed to a spot to enjoy the show. I haven’t listened to Nina Skye since I was in grade school so we jammed out to ‘Move Your Body’ of course but also their latest goods, which I dug. My date made some intros to his ‘fam’, Nina Skye (no bigs) and we left together where we came across Justin Bieber. No bigs.
Basically, it was a great night. Stoli + ORGNLTV know how to throw a function.
What’s that? Yea, you heard it right. I’m looking for a lovely intern to assist me at JWalk. Someone who is a go-getter and a maje achiever. And I thought, what better place to find an awesome intern than from my readers? I’m definitely not a Miranda but I am looking for my Andy Sachs. So without further ado…
Requirements:
Be cool yo. Definitely need a chill but productive personality as I’m in constant high-stress. Whoo hoo!
You love coffee. Or at least grabbing some for both of us. That may include a hefty cream-cheese slathered carb.
Well-versed in social media. I’m talking Pinterest, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, WordPress, plugins, hashtags, tweet chats, content calendars, handles, bit.ly, etc. You got to know it all.
Be available. This is a full-time intern position, located in mid-town, in-office.
Understanding of the blogging world. Not just fashion.
Be a pro at Excel. Lord knows Excel sheets drive me crazy so someone who is better versed in it than I is epic.
Be organized and communicative. This is a must.
Creative. Just because I like talking to someone who lives in a creative world than a boring one. HA.
Located in NYC only. Sorry non-NYC’ers.
Your responsibilities:
Manage all social media conversations. Literally a watchdog.
Prep and manage content calendars as they progress during each month.
Run errands as needed.
Use your voice/Be a voice. Not looking for a quiet person in the least but also knows when and if you should be adding input.
Contribute to posting, as needed (Blog, Twitter, etc)
Engage with multiple communities with a fine-tooth comb and a professional voice (depending on client)
Be as helpful as possible, including being a model for Instagram product shots (fun!), being a photographer, organizing product, etc.
What you get:
Obviously, me. The best part.
A stipend each month + travel expenses (MTA card only).
An experience at a digital social agency, where we DO IT ALL.
And so many other fun perks (free product anyone?)
