I love this so much!

badtvblog:

Like the motha f’ckin abbey 

(Source: floridaredsnapper, via tracieeganmorrissey)

Crazy sunset out there right now - this picture doesn’t do it justice. If you’re in NYC, get thee to a window!

Eek! We’re going to be there for the Thursday taping! Anyone else going then?

(Source: david)

Midnight Happy Hour: Champagne Cocktail

• 1 sugar cube
• 2-3 dashes Angostura bitters
• Champagne
• 1 oz brandy
• orange slice for garnish
• maraschino cherry for garnish

My girl Courtney loves champagne cocktails and she is staying with me this weekend. I was super stoked to accommodate her because I hadn’t even heard of this drink but I had all the necessary ingredients to make it happen. Hence, we are drinking this at midnight.

It’s lovely. Bubbly and pretty to look at with an interesting bitter edge. A great drink to have with appetizers. Or one to imbibe while taking in the NYC skyline.

This reminds me…my NYC dream is to:
1. Live in an apt with a washer/dryer in the unit
2. Have a big enough kitchen to actually put all my dishes and kitchen gadgets away in

What? Were you expecting me to say something else?

(via topherchris)

Once a week, I make this tiny little walk from the R train to my chiropractor’s office. Every time, nearly without fail, at least one guy on this block will catcall or otherwise tell me I am ‘beautiful’ or ‘pretty’, etc.

Writing that out, it sounds so mundane. It’s never been threatening, per se, and I’ve been catcalled since I was about 15, so why is this instance particularly annoying?

No matter when or where it happens, being called ‘pretty lady’ or told ‘you have nice legs’ from a stranger while you are just going about your business is pretty fucking weird. I wear glasses and a scowl most of the time when I am out by myself to ward off advances, but nothing really helps. All you can do is ignore the comment, keep pressing on, and hope it doesn’t escalate.

See, when a guy says that to you on street, you don’t know how to react - or how he’ll react if you ignore him, roll your eyes at him, or even if you simply say ‘thanks’. All of the sudden, humans start to feel like wild animals. Unpredictable.

Will that objectifying comment said in passing shift into obscenities, being followed or worse?

And this is why I contemplate taking a different route to my doctor’s office every week.