Love is dead, long live love

So I’m single again. You have to love the internet because now you can break up with someone and then read his blog to see what he’s thinking (so far, no posts about me.) Hopefully our no-posting agreement will last longer than our relationship. Modern relationships should have a statue of limitations that says you cannot write about your ex-lover until at least half of the amount of time that you were together. Not that anyone cares… I mean it’s not lot like I’m a celebrity. Or that anyone reads my blog. Or, that I even write in my blog…

Anyway, we managed 1 whole year (stress on manage) which is a new record for me. I think my relationships for the last few years have been like 6 months, max. Next time, I’ll be more discriminating, I think my next lover has to at least understand the trauma I feel because the Prada group will shutter the skeleton of Helmut Lang’s past glory by closing the store in Paris to make it into a… Mui Mui store. As if! Sniff sniff.

Part of me thinks this is sadder than my newly ended relationship…

keep on aspiring

"My plan is aspirational. I'm a five-year planner. I already know what I want to do in 2010."

— Sean "Diddy" Combs, on his new women's sportswear collection.


This man has waaaaay too much time on his hands.
And he just keeps making money with it. I mean HE is someone to aspire to be, even though he's not very chic...

...and the party planning begins

My 30th birthday party is in 2 days and I just sent out the friggin’ invite. Lazy me. I’m, of course, having my pre party what-if-they-don’t-come jitters and last night was thinking that perhaps I would just cancel. Fortunately it’s not just me or I really may have. It’s bad enough the little sis is mad at me cause she’s away and Big Red has pretty said change the date or else…

I don't even know what I'm serving or my budget. last year i didn't want anyone to pay for drinks but this year I want people to come with beverages!

So today I rented chairs and tables (since the mini-loft space is completely empty), sent out an invite and started the count down. The worst thing will be if no one comes, I guess. Or if the sound system breaks down, that could be pretty bad also. I have to warn the neighbors today so there is no uprising from them. I think the neighborly uprising was why the last joint houseparty was shut down by the cops. But that was Washington Heights and THIS is Chelsea and Chelsea-folk know how to party!!! Holla!

What the hell am I wearing? Do I want to do comfy dance-all night or sexy, it’s-my birthday. I’d love to rock the new red heels…

Should I invite the new co-workers? What if they don’t show up? What if they do and it’s wack? Decisions, decisions… turning older is hard!

Social insecurity

Today I got rejected at the Social Security office. True story.

Back story goes like this: I lost my SS card somewhere and my passport is expired, I do not have a work id, I have a new job so no healthcare card yet, I don’t drive and I lost my birth certificate somewhere. And they do not accept expired passports at the SS office. AND I was in Chinatown (trust me, 32 Mercer sounds like SoHo, but it’s straight Chinatown on the 8th floor.) There was an irate black woman at the guard desk and everywhere else Cantonese or Mandarin or damn. I felt a little out of place.

So as I left in a huff I called the SS main line and after hearing the menu and holding I discovered that I will have to get a birth certificate mailed from my hometown (guess where!), send it with a letter (that’s right, a letter, not a bill) from my doctor saying I am who I say I am to the SS office and they will mail me a new card but they will not guarantee that the documents will come back to me. Whatever.

The next steps are to then go to the DMV with SS card, birth certificate, expired passport and hell, the doctor letter to get a non-drivers id so I have some proof of who I am when I send my expired passport to the passport agency because I feel NAKED without the option to up and leave this bassakward buracracy whenever I bloody well feel like it!

leggings rock!

This weekend I bought leggings. Under-the-kneelength leggings. That’s right, I bought under-the-knee-length leggings for my chunky ass and then I proceeded to wear them everyday. No kidding. I had to fight not to wear leggings to work today but a co-worker did that on Friday, didn’t want to bite too obviously. But the leggings rock. I’m getting 3 more pairs

Also the wallet search is not over, but I got a nice interim watch from the MoMa store until I can find the comme de garcons wallet that several cool people I know have.

I also saw a Vivienne Westwood wallet with the Union Jack flag and graffiti that I liked, but online shopping can be so unclear… maybe o should go to the Vivienne Westwood store in SoHo and see what I see.

I’m feeling so fat right now. I guess I’m pre-menstrual cause I really feel like I’m squishing out of my clothes. I don’t think I’ve gained weight, I think it’s hormonal and a general malaise with low body image as the primary side effect. That and I KEEP working for the skinniest people in the world. At the last job it was worse because she was my height, didn’t diet or exercise and was still the incredible shrinking woman. At least this skinny boss is shorter than me and seems like she’s trying to stay skinny…

In other slightly related news, the NYT reported that the low fat diet doesn’t really protect you from heart disease or cancer much. OR have much impact on your weight loss/gain. So I guess Dr. Atkins got something right…

Happy Groundhog day

I think that having this blog is by far one of the square-est things I’ve done. It’s been about a week and I haven’t invited a single soul… not even my friends and boyfriend who invite me to or accost me with their blogs everyday (shout out coronadoisle and zanalee amongst others!) I guess it’s a fun distraction from the slow points at work. I mean lots of other blogs are so focused on one point (see: gofugyourself) and I think that so far mine is made up of the rantings of a bored shopaholic/product whore.

(BTW, The new Stella boots that were pictured on p.9 in WWD Tuesday 1/31/06 rocked my world. Really. And they are cruelty-free, I feel a splurge coming on…)

Went to BloomiesSoHo with Alizabella last night and found great jeans for her. I’m at loath to spend $200 on jeans just before I start my personal-space reduction but in a month or so, depending on my progress, I’m stocking up.

Purrrr

So today I finally asked Fred for a new C49 hoody and described exactly what I want. As I am now re-redoing my wardrobe in my fave color palette (black) with bright accessories I made a black on black request that was well received. Black is just so chic, and with my personal space reduction campaign I will feel like the cat’s meow. Rrrrrr.