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My parents and I cleaned out our bank accounts to get me to New York so that I can pursue my dream of becoming an adorable, yet fiercely intimidating, music/fashion publicist and/or journalist with a heart of gold.
So far it's a tale of an empty studio apartment, two unpacked suitcases, a confusing underground transit system, an insane obsession with Skype, and the anxiety of waiting for several care packages in the mail that contain the rest of my shoe collection. Soon, I hope to transform it into a tale of an enormous loft with a glittery staircase, numerous walk-in closets, an influx of emails from the media on my blackberry, my town car driver being late and dealing with everyday critical decisions of whether or not to wear the cerulean blue Christian Louboutin satin pumps on New Years Eve, or the black leather studded Alexander McQueen ankle boots on a Thursday. I signed the lease, booked a one-way ticket, hailed my first cab, opened the door and rolled my two suitcases into a new empty apartment. This is where the comfort and structure that once made life complacent ends, and the fear, perseverance and excitement begin. #SIDENOTE: In the spirit of privacy and concealing identities, I have given my friends aliases in the form of precious drag queen names. PERFECT. #CONTACT: erika9899 at gmail dot com |
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January 23, 2010
(New York, NY) — “You need to eat every 2 hours because you’re now walking a lot around those tall buildings, you could develop ulcers and your stomach will explode,” said my mom, “Mija, im watching CNN and it could happen to you, its on the news.”
If there is one thing in life that will make the most melancholy of souls the happiest, it’s friends and family. Incredibly trite and overused, yet its the most accurate of statements.
This week has been hectic with my internship and learning to get around in the city. HOWEVER its been such a stellar week with keeping in touch with my beautiful buddies from texassssss. my SKYPE be ON AND POPPIN YALLLLL. omg i love. seriously best. thing. ever. I’m incredibly content with the relationships i have with family and friends. the overwhelming support I have from them is humbling, adorable and satisfying. I love and miss every single one of them. Tonight my friend from Jersey is coming to visit me and we’re going to go out with a couple of friends, strut down the city and set it on fire. Funniest thing. I’ve always thought I was pretty self-explanatory and that there is no ambiguity in my look. To me, I LOOK my race. For some crazy reason people in NYC believe i’m every other nationality other than my own! The other night I got that I looked like I was from Taiwan. I’ve gotten that I looked Egyptian, Asian, philipino and Arabian. wiiiiiiiierd. its ok though, its fun to play around and say that I am and make up stories about how I’m a wealthy princess from Egypt and that I’m in town to visit Tyra Banks. I dont know…I might have said that to a guy in a navy trenchcoat at a bar on 55th St…maybe.
Tonight the fashion menu is: a CLASSIC black leather BCBG trenchcoat, black leather leggings, black knee high boots, black leather gloves, a gorgeous cerulean blue top with black sequin things cascading down the shoulder and a black leather Michael Kors satchel. FIERCE? ima’ look SEVERE. UM OK. THANKS.LOVE YOU BYE.
PS: lets all pray to RuPaul and hope that she magically bestows upon me 3 liters of vodka. lest hope it falls from the sky in the midst of diamonds and rainbows.
PSS and a little TMI: last night my bestie, in a drunken stupor, adamantly needed to pee. so he believed that the opportune moment and appropriate place to do this would be on a staircase in my building. the next morning we took a tour to his landmark and saw that his pee had literally eaten through the paint. On a scale of 1 to 10 the boy definitely gets a 10 for his level of acidity. I’m sure my hilarious drunken moments will come. and believe you me, it will be of epic proportions.
Fierce and Fabulous in NYC,
-erika
location: my apt on W34th
sitting: on my real HARD hardwood floors
listening to: “Do the Ricky Bobby” by B Dash
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