oh my...

Don't you hate it when you get a word stuck in your head? For the last couple of days I've been saying chillax...Crap. I hate that word! I'm constantly saying it and its driving me nuts!! The definition of chillax...not that Webster's dictionary actually have a definition for it...is chill and relaxed...simultaneously. So, seems like a good word, but its annoying to me. I think I'll stop now...you know since I've vented about.

Today was swell...thats a neat word...swell. I'm not going to say exactly what happened to me today...or the fact that I was the bravest person today, but I will say its refreshing. There.

I had this thought earlier. What borderlines rudeness? Being fairly new to Zoe, I think we've all come to know each other pretty well. I love that, but there are times when I have no idea when the kidding ends and work begins. It should be automatic. We're here to work...play time is over. But does that give you the right to be mean? Rude? I think we're comfortable with each other, but theres something weird going on...and its crazy. For instance...how about a thank you? No, its all about what you didn't do and how you did it wrong. Anyway...I'm making no sense and I practically falling asleep....night.

That feeling in the air...

So, I've decided to create a blog...scary. Does that make me a New Yorker? I guess not.

I have this sudden burst of inspiration though. That is definitely something that I have been lacking. I don't know why either. I moved to the city hoping for a change of pace. I'm not saying things haven't been going great, but I have lost focus on my true goal. So we have to ask ourselves... How did we get caught up in the hustle that is New York? New York is filled with every last drop of hopes and dreams. Some are more motivated than others... that is generally a true thought for most people. I see it everyday. I see it in the subway on my way to work...people reading the latest New Yorker, Vogue...Backstage. So, the New York Hustle. Recently I've known it to be the late night outings with friends and adventures around the city....the hustle part? Crawling into work the next morning. I believe it is perceived differently by other people. I guess it changes when your priority changes. Or does it? A "hustle" is different for everyone. The lady at canal street hustled me...dang it! I can't win. That is definitely something that is so true.

Thats it...inspiration gone...time to watch Elf!