July 2006 Archives

I ran into my doppelganger.

My heel just split open from walking too much and lotioning not enough. It's ugly and it hurts. I really wish whoever's been in the only bathroom on this floor for the past 22 minutes would hurry their stilettos up so I can wash my heel in the sink and go about my business. There's really no point in washing, though. I guarantee you this baby will split open again when I go back outside to fetch another Starbucks in the next half hour. Just in case you're wondering, this is my second trip to Starbucks today and it won't be my last. Just in case you're curious, the Grande Nonfat Unsweetened Decaf Iced Coffee with Extra Ice and an Extra Splash of Skim Milk is not for me. It's for my BossLady.

My name is Andi. Some of you know me (hi there!), and maybe some of you don't. I'm an actress and a writer in New York City trying to make it here so I can make it anywhere. Life is fast-paced and brimming with fancy parties, late nights in paid-for cabs, hair tossing, and skipping down West Village streets in my new Marc Jacobs mini-dress and ironic jelly flats. Just kidding. Kind of. The jelly flats are real.

My life is the subway from Brooklyn, dodging pedestrians in midtown, and meeting my cohorts for free drinks at the bar that sometimes employs us when the magazine operating out of the office above it doesn't. My wardrobe is H&M, second-hand, ebay-won, or just a simple Japanese t-shirt and jeans sprinkled with a rotating array of plastic, animal-themed accessories. Yes, it's precious. I run to auditions during lunch and dinner hours trying to be an actor. I sneak into fashion shows and press events pretending to be a writer. In other news, I like shrimp.

And right now, I need to recap my life thus far to figure out where the heck I'm going...

Red leather mini
Riding up newly tanned thighs
What I wear for love

Welcome back Verbose!
I missed you in my coma.
Awake and dreaming.

Hi everybody. We've been gone awhile, and now we're back. Rested/invigorated/enchanted. There was a capful of rain, hidden tropical waterfalls, and spurts of minor urban spelunking. There were random parties and ecstatic chit chats with other lonesome souls. Sometimes photos were taken. Sometimes words were written (for others to speak). Now, here we are. Again. Alert and loud! We want to scream. And sing. And laugh. Smirk/sigh/sneeze/spit. Live live LIVE in New York and the world at large. Bless.

We will write words. We will take photos. We will share our broken hearts and mended minds and sometimes cacophonous rantings on everything and nothing and something in between. Stick around if you'd like. We're sure glad to have you.

Wanna play Scrabble?

Cover Photo Haiku

Abandoned Hair Piece
Alone in Rittenhouse Square
Philadelphia