My bed consists of 600 thread count sheets, a down comforter, a Giraffe At Home throw, six pillows, and a sweater, in case I get cold. I would never make it in a third world country.
The ad agency I was contracting for decided to end my contract early to officially welcome me on board this week. :)
I ain’t tryin’ to have wrinkles.
"But you see…I have, let’s say, sixty years to live. Most of that time will be spent working. I’ve chosen the work I want to do. If I find no joy in it, then I’m only condemning myself to sixty years of torture. And I can find the joy only if I do my work to the best way possible to me. But the best is a matter of standards-and I set my own standards. I inherit nothing. I stand at the end of no tradition; I may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one."
— The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand
Sorry, fellow followers, for my lack of original postings and babblings in the recent weeks.
When you spend 40+ hours a week writing as a profession, it’s hard to find the time and patience to do it for fun.
IMMA TRY HARDER Y’ALL.
"My dad and I opened up a restaurant together and it’s called Joanne. Watching my dad put up the awning in front of 68th Street two blocks from where I grew up in a beautiful brownstone where they make Italian food, and to watch him open the restaurant of his dreams and have it called Joanne after his sister, that’s wealth. That’s the dream."
— Lady Gaga with Katie Couric
