Ever been in a cop car in real life? Funny you ask actually. Yes, I have in fact. Last summer I was a bit “under the weather” let’s leave it at that — and thought it was a really smart move to hail down a cop car in my local beach hometown as opposed to a taxi *which mind you does not exist in Southern New Jersey. I tried to sit in the back of the car, he started chuckling and said, “You don’t want to do that ma’am, sit shotgun… trust me”.
I can’t help but laugh out loud when: I see a wildly unattractive couple displaying public affection — don’t get me wrong, I don’t think of myself above others, but I make the very distinct statment that seeing ugly couples grope each other on the corner of Bleeker makes me unappetized for hours following. That’s all I’m saying.
My car is: A silver BMW X3 — Miss my white one named “Sunny” that I had in high school, silver is not only a lackluster non show stopping color I’ve decided but it also scratches if you cough the wrong way. Fail decision on my end, BMW you’ve done nothing wrong, I promise.
I have a scar from: Well, I have a few. Me and the beauty product called the razor aren’t too close with one another. It’s always been a love/hate/more hate relationship. I tore off most skin on my leg while shaving 3 years back. I also took a severe fall on the cobblestones in Boston while running one time. I also have a big ass scar from chopping almost though my index finger with a knife while trying to cut an Everything bagel — 12 stitches and 2 Xanax later, and I’m good to go, minus the scar that is.
I can’t go a day without reading: The New York Times (front page, business, op-eds, dining in dining out and the arts on occasion), The Wall Street Journal (weekly journal, front pages), Serious Eats, NY Mag Online and Tastespotting
I hate when people: Walk extremely slow when they’re in the subway station, on the street in a metro city or when you’re in need of a bathroom and need to pee. I also hate when people slurp drinks, soups, milkshakes — no thank you. Straws are available nationwide at your local market, invest in some please.
I want to get married: Either on the top floor of the Le Parker Meridian in the city where I grew up as a child, or I’d love something extremely traditional and beautiful in the country — like a pretty part of CT, upstate NY
My celebrity crush is: Um, well, I have a few? So I will go with the following which hasn’t really changed too much in the past 3/4 years but oh well. It’s MY celeb crush list and I can keep it as long as I’d like. Shia LaBeouf (while I know he’s a nutball in real life), Shane West (hot DAMN still), Ryan Reynolds (no explanation needed)
I’ve lost: Pretty much every nice thing every bought for me? I try so hard to be less spacey, after being begged and pleaded to by my parents over the past decade but I will admit it’s just NOT my strong suit. I am not one of those people who has a photographic memory either, so pretty much, I’m screwed.
My favorite thing to wear is: Oversized loose/sexy tops and tight jeans and black pumps. Possibly with a jacket or not depending on the weather. I hate tight fighting clothing of all sorts so skin tight dresses where you can’t cough or breathe is not something you’d see me wearing out at night.
What I’m afraid of: Being trapped in an elevator, airplane crashes, huge sharks, getting sick, failure to live up to everyone’s expectations, not being loved
Favorite smell: Lola by Marc Jacobs is my signature perfume so I love that smell, but also the smell of Blockbuster, Home Depot and True Value. Oh, and gasoline, permanent markers and firewood but only in October/November. Don’t judge.
Things next to your bed: My Canon Rebel camera, my beautiful wooden jewelry box, two books I’m in the midst of finishing and a pair of neon green plastic glasses that remind me of good people I miss from home