Bushwick. Walking in, sitting down at the bar smiling and saying “A soup and a salad, please and thank you”. The bartender smiles back at you, pours you a Bud Heavy draft and a well tequila shot, because he knows you are tequila and not whiskey. “That will be 5 bucks, please”.  You slide over a $10 bill and leave a couple as a tip, but also leave the rest laying on the bar just a bit closer to you, because both you and the bartender know, that this isn’t the last one you’ll have tonight.
Welcome to 101 Wilson and the soup n salad lifestyle.

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how you can make me feel so little?

it is a mystery to me
how you can make me feel so good
pumps my blood but it kills me
I wish I could read your mind to see
if the thoughts in your head ever were good and true about me
how can you love two women at the same time?
and how do you manage to fool me to believe you are mine
it is a skill I wish for no one,
as its evil and shouldn’t exist
but like you said to me ‘we can’t control our feelings’
so i guess
I am the second and will always be
it is not what I want in life and it saddens me
what happened to ‘I’ll be yours and you be mine, forever and always till the end of time’
how did we get so evil, mankind
so comfortable with deceit and
the second choice, the next in line
wait your turn and you’ll be fine
who ever said that was always first
never waiting while your inside burst

Playing With Fire


My life was seriously so close to the end of awesomeness that I tear up simply thinking about it. My dream was to live in a certain country, the United States of America. It’s just always been that way. And one day I found a way; going back to school. I cruised through college with a better GPA than anyone, including myself, had ever imagined. Graduation happened and summer came along. Summer in the city, goddamn it was hot and humid! But somehow I got used to it and I loved it, loved it so much that I lost focus for a bit. Forgot that the only reason I could keep living in the big apple, visa wise, was if I got a job. There was a deadline of course for when I needed proof of employment, and it was cutting close, frikkin’ close. A week before it was all about to come falling down I had the most insane day;

Went for a few beers too many the night before when the alarm rang at 7.26am on a Tuesday morning, mind you I have been sleeping in, meaning into the pm’s, for the past three months, so this was early. I was going to be a hair model, aka get a somewhat free sesh of highlights, at 9 am in Midtown. I am not one to spend a lot of money on my hair or anything, though it somehow looks quite awesome if I may say myself, sooo the $20 I spent on this was pretty rad already. I sat in the chair with aluminum foil all over my hair when my phone rang, it was my requiter calling to say that the one job that I had turned down already because they couldn’t offer me enough hours really did want me to come work for them part time (increasing the hours). My eyes teared up faster than Usain Bolt can run an inch, as they are now too writing this. I got a job, I GOT A FUCKING JOB! IN AMERICA! The pay was just enough to cover rent, no food, no phone, no fun. The thought of this didn’t even come close to cross my mind at that time. I texted my roomies, who were both, NOT COOL with me leaving the States just yet. The amount of joy shown in emojis made me cry again.

My hair turned out pretty awesome though it took forever, forever being a little over 4 hours. I then went to meet one if the roomies for lunch. We saw each other and started crying, the joy was real. We hugged, let go, looked at each other, and hugged, let go and looked at each other again. Then my phone rang (it never really rings, who calls anymore? I love it though, but it seems old school..), another job I applied for offered me another position. I ran back into the café and to my friend and told her, and we cried some more. Now I could stay for sure! Pay rent, my phone bill, food AND have fun! We went out in the sun, as it seemed to be the last day if summer, to finish our food. When we had just finished eating a man approaches me and presents himself as a street style photographer who had worked for Harper’s Bazaar for a decade, etc. He asked to take my photo, as I obviously looked fly as fuck. I was wearing my blue and white striped pants and posed like a boss on front of a blue Pepsi truck that matched my pants. The photos came out pretty dope as far as I could see on his little camera screen. Cant wait to see them. From there I went to catch the train home. Got home did my nails, crashed on the couch and did what I do best; chilled out and watched TV.

I am amazed how when things seem to look so dark and hopeless, my life still finds a way to make it work.. I thank the goddesses and spirits for this opportunity. What is meant to happen, happens, right? Now I gotta suck it up and work seven days a week because communication ain’t always that easy. My silly self is worried about when I will have time to have a few too many beers again..


I look for you when the sun goes down
When it gets dark and hard to see
So dark that no one sees that we are actually around

When the sun don’t shine, you’re my friend right
When its dark outside, it is sometimes you and me
When the moon shines, we are tight right
When the sun is up though, we are distant
Like we haven’t seen each other without clothes
I just wish that when the sun is up, we could still be existent
But when the sun is up, the truth always shows

Social Media + A.D.D



What is more frustrating than loving and hating something at the same time?

The case right now is Social Media. I love how it globalizes the world when it comes to fashion, beauty, advertising, branding and everything. I love how much inspiration I draw from those endless little squares, both about and from, people’s lives, people I don’t know. But then, I hate how much of my time goes towards it. How many thoughts and concerns about the somewhat little silly things can take up SO much of my time. Like choosing the right photo to post… (I am a little ashamed)

The scenario right now is; I graduated recently from College, and so I am unemployed, or in between College and getting my first job if you will, in no other city than New York…and so I am here with 38 tabs open with jobs I am going to apply for and LinkedIn profiles of people I need to reach out to. But then constantly lurking in the back of my mind, somehow always making its way to the top of my thinking and priority list inside my head: “what is the most suitable caption to the really cool photo my roommate took of me yesterday.” ARE YOU (OR I..) SERIOUS!?

Many years ago I diagnosed myself with ADD, its like ADHD, but without the hyper part. I have never been hyper in my life, but yeah, it is the lack of concentration and such (though I usually blame this on my creative working brain). Basically it makes it a little hard to focus on one thing at a time, especially around the kitchen table at home where I find myself sitting whilst writing this. Hence, why I am writing this, because I couldn’t focus on what I was supposed to do! Gosh, I am terrible. I should get back to the job search, and settle with a caption, which I think will be “They love to say they told me so”, which btw is from a song my favorite bands new album that they newly dropped. Now I have one less distraction. It is frustrating how Social Media seems to always become my #1 priority, but then I figure just do what you got to do on there, post the pic and get it over with, then on to the next! Ok ok, I am going to do that; time to hit the 38 tabs and the 18 cover letters I have to write!


But first, I’m just gonna check, REAL QUICK, did I get any likes yet??