There's little to no internet in my apartment so it may be difficult to update. We're going to get it straightened out next week, but for right now our very babeish and sweet neighbor Josh is sharing a network with us so here are some photos of my new room!

This has been quite a week to say the least. It all started on Sunday (my usual day off) when I get woken up out of bed by an urgent call from one of my employees saying that the basement is flooded. After throwing water on my face, brushing my teeth, and FALLING into a flannel shirt (dirty hair and no makeup. I'm not trying to be ~*CuTe & EfFoRtLeSs*~ ..I'm pretty sure I forgot deodorant as well) $40 and an hour of traffic on the BQE later, I get to my store and am met with a dank, filthy stockroom covered in about 2 inches of water all around. No one from maintenance could be reached that day (<3) and so it was up to me and two of my stock boys to shovel filthy SARS water into the sump pump of the basement. Apparently a pipe burst somewhere on our block but seeing as Con Ed was fucking useless (shock me) we were down there for twelve hours pulling some serious hurricane katrina disaster relief shit. On the bright side, we managed to save each of the $7000 mannequins and most of our inventory. It's not a big deal, it's just what I do. I spent the rest of the week in a daze due to lack of sleep, hung out with some interesting (?) people, and now I'm home sick. I have to get my SHIT RIGHT for love shack '09 this weekend and pack the rest of my stuff up today. I got my beautiful vintage French-style princess telephone in the mail from eBay yesterday and I'm absolutely jizzing over it. I also have a fever and I'm starving. ALSO I have a huge crush on an unattainable boy. WAH WAH WAH my life is so0o0o0o hard.




you're welcome.

Dear Williamsburg,

E.T.A = January 25th

Love,

Sarina & Francesca

PS: I just dropped MAD BILL$Z on my bedding. Memory foam & Egyptian cotton..ow ow.

The times they are a changin'

So on my day off from work today I sit in the middle of my room with every single article of clothing I've ever owned going through them and putting them in huge garbage bags labeled "donate", "throw out", "need but don't bring", and "LAUNDRY!!!!!!". I've been here for three hours and not even adderall can help me through this insurmountable task... sweet god, next time I complain about not having anything to wear I give everyone full permission to slap the shit out of me. 

As daunting as this whole thing is, once I do it I get way into it. It's the same instant gratification I get from vacuuming and dusting. Out with the old and in with the new ... too bad I'm sneezing non-stop from relinquishing 20 years of hidden dust. If all goes according to plan, by the last week of January or February 1st (whichever the landlord agrees to) we will be in our beautiful little 2 bedroom apartment on Manhattan avenue. Say what you will, but my sister and I have loved Williamsburg since we stepped foot in it, back when apartments on Bedford were affordable for unemployed kids who were fresh out of college. Thank god for the recession, right? naywayz, I will be updating all of the apartment progress but needless to say my sister and I are ecstatic right now. It's right in the heart of everything, literally walking distance from all of our usual hang out spots. Plus Jeff lives about five blocks away so naturally that means I'll be seeing him 24/sev. 

And thanks to my good friend SPEED, my mind is making clear, concise decisions and I'm making power plays to clean, organize, and pack my entire life up in 8 oversized American Apparel boxes. I'm making lists and everything, TRY AND FUCKING STOP ME!

2009 is looking good already.