Perfectly said, Toni!

Check out the “My Recommendations” link in the top menu above – I added a few more empowering tunes under “Music.” ENJOY!


Free Photo Shoot to NY Bloggers

The Funtasian and now Big Mouth gave me a great idea. Who wants to be photographed for your blog? If you’re a New York / Long Island blogger, hit me up and we’ll se up a free session. Want to see what your photos can look like? Check out The Funtasian’s Facebook page… 

First three to post here will get the sessions!


For the first time in my life I’ve stopped wondering when I’m going to meet “the one” and started wondering when I’m going to STOP wondering when I’m going to meet the one.


Dating a Red Flag is like buying a crippling pair of shoes. You love it at first. You try to make it work. But in the end it’s a waste of time, money and ends up just plain ol’ hurting.

Read “Letter to a friend” below…



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How Real Men Bake


OMG WTF? (Aka: Crazy Discoveries) · Psychic Moments · Relationships

Pseudo-Psychic Preminition

A few weeks ago I had a dream that Justin Timberlake got in a pretty bad motorcycle accident. He didn’t die in my dream but he was pretty badly hurt. My friend, Jen, told me to not post it. “What are you going to write? ‘Hey JT you may get effed up in a motorcycle accident?’ ”

“Good point,” I agreed.

Last night Jen told me JT postponed tour dates. Does anyone know why?


At this point in my life I don’t want to know when I’m going to find the guy of my dreams – I want to know when I’m not going to care anymore about finding him

( Translated by Siri )


I’m on Instagram


Oh how I love Instagram! With enough hashtags I could feel the love that no super hot man could provide. Almost.



Thanks to Jeannie, The Funtasian, for plugging my photography on WRCN-FM this morning!


Typographic Seduction

I was supposed to be in bed hours ago but I’ve been blogging like a lyrical whore for hours… Well played, WordPress, well played…



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Non-Lesbian Pseudo Psychic

photo 3One of my friends that I’ve mentioned on this blog is Jen. We met during the commute to work and have both reached a conclusion that theres some deep sh!t going on with our parallel lives. Same alkie-type ex-husbands, same dating situations and we even look like each other. No, we’re not lesbians. (Love to my lesbian friends, sorry girls. Anyway…)

Jen talked me into trying meditation as a way of manifesting positive blah blah blah in my life. So far I’m just picking up psychic waves. This happens every time i start meditating – just ask The Funtasian – she and I also had some pretty sick moments of psychic weirdness back in the ’90s. I see things, have conversations with dead people in dreams, predict future events and conversations… When I was young I thought i killed my cat because I had non-stop, intense thoughts of my cat’s death – until he got hit by a car.

If I was bored in class I’d predict conversations or who would be walking into the room next. I also predicted just about every relationship before it happened – even if I hadn’t met the guy yet… But I can’t win the lottery.

Today I was in the pharmacy looking for clarifying shampoo and contemplating my sh!tty dating luck when a song from the ’80s played on the loudspeaker. “Here I goooooooo… One more tiiiiiiiiime… Byyyyyy myseeeeelf.” I walked around the store, allowing myself to laugh like a rabid hyena, singing my own words in my best Ethel Merman voice, “This song blooooooowwwws… I’ll be fiiiiiiiiiiiiine…. byyyyyyy myselllllffff!!!!…”

Jen’s also dealing with the same musical madness because apparently the universe isn’t satisfied with torturing only one of us with pathetic romantic ironies and culturally dead songs over loudspeakers while we’re not buying condoms for the sex we’re not having with the men we no longer have.

What's Going On?

A few weeks ago, as I hung out with my photo partners, I continuously had mental images of weddings – specifically, a woman’s hand surrounded by wedding celebration. My one partner then told me about two weeks after these premonitions started that his sister just got engaged and he’d be heading out of the country for her wedding.

On the subway today, two women sat down next to me, and all I “saw” were apples. They obviously weren’t really there: Imagine huge sheets of clear plastic wrap with apple designs hanging in front of the two women – that’s what it was like in my head. Huge, red apples. Then an image of a young woman – a daughter type – took over the mental apple imagery. Apples. Young woman. Apples. Daughter. Apples… “Excuse me,” I asked the two ladies. “Would the two of you happen to be involved with apples?” I asked, like a psychotic whack job. I knew I’d probably never see these two again, so who cares if I ask, right? The woman directly next to me said, “Oh I love apple picking. I go all the time.”

I stared at her and choked out,

“Do either of you have a daughter?”

I felt like a complete ass for asking a second pointless, out-of-the-blue question, but I put it out there. What the hell.

“I do,” said apple lover lady.

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SomeECards: That’s some funny sh!t

I love the sh!t out of the online cards, SomeECards. Don’t be surprised if I bombard my blog with SomeECards (let’s just call them SEC). So what is SEC? If you’re having a sh!tty day and need a good laugh full of irony and sometimes vengeful wit, check out their site. You’ll be snorting across your keyboard in no time. And yeah, you can also make your own. Imagine what would have happened if Taylor Swift or even Eminem got a hold of SEC before their first albums came out.