rochambeau

truth

the saddest thing in life is wasted talent.

unfortunately i know someone who is becoming a waste. depressing to watch.

dating is for the birds

so last saturday this cute guy came to my house to deliver some furniture. the delivery showed up earlier than i expected. i was hungover and looked like shit. the next day he called and asked me if i was dating anyone and if we could get together. so we hung out last night. within 5 minutes he told me that he has a girlfriend that he lives with. but he isn't happy. well, that's what they all say. i really believe that he thought that we could actually date while he is dating someone else. or maybe he just wanted to bang. most likely. and then today i find out that he isn't only dating her, and that they are actually newly engaged as of june. LOVELY. i even told him about my engagement and how the dude left me for someone else. 

this just makes me believe more and more that most dudes are absolute douchebags. i honetly feel bad for the chick because this guy probably attempts to run g on randoms all the time.

oh yea, he also told me that his dick is so huge that he has been uncompatible with women in the past. and then asked me yesterday if i wanted to see it. this was after he told me about the "girlfriend" that is actually his fiance. wow, this is one lucky bride to be. and i did not take him up on the offer to view his massive dick.

why does this shit happen to me? where is the normal dude that like good music, has good style, is funny, and has a good head on his shoulders? FML.

**update**
the chick called me last night and left a message. i didn't answer because it was from his phone. she called me a bitch and told me to leave him alone. i called her back and set her straight. yay for the drama! i feel like i am in ninth grade. fucking idiots.

missoni! i adore thee.

i love when target does the designer collabos and always try to get at least one piece from every collection (marc jacobs, can you hear me!?)

missoni did a collection and the stuff came out yesterday and the insanity that ensued was unparallelled. the target website got completely shut down from the influx of hits pretty much immediately. i couldn't go at lunch and had an afterwork florida oceanographic society committee meeting but left work 15 minutes early to head to target. the racks were pretty much barren except for like 4 things. i actually scored an awesome men's cardigan and a kid's poncho/cape. yes, i had to visit other departments in order to get anything. but hey, at least i scored some ill stuff. 

i wanted the damn flats but they didn't have my size and ebay already has them at about $200 large. didn't bother to get anything to resell. i'm not into that whole deal anymore.

gone but not forgotten

i can't believe it has been ten years already. my mom lived down in tribeca at the time of the attack and got some pretty detailed shots.

watched a really depressing and vivid documentary tonight. so sad.

and a pic of my brooklyn buddy ian reid (this dude has the best stories, ever.)

ps. i love robert de niro and michael bloomberg. good night.

for all things to love in stuart

the beach is probably number one. the access and the beauty of it. the best.

lay down with dogs, come up with crabs

so esch is obsessed with lizards and chases them all over the yard like a freak. last night on our walk he found an unpleasant surprise in the grass while chasing lizards...

i don't know if i feel worse for escher for getting hurt or for the crab for losing his arm. maybe it'll teach esch a lesson. doubting it though.