cute over comfort, always.

heels in the city are irrational. but we do it anyway. it’s an art and a disaster. we do it because it completes the outfit. and for the off chance that some sugar daddy wants to whisk us away. don’t you dare judge us. this is new york. and were bottom-of-the-barrel-interns.

for reasons unjustified, i found myself in times square on numerous occasions within the past week (trust me, it's no social scene.) perhaps i would be more inspired by the advertising mecca and shimmering lights—if i wasn’t dry heaving from the smell of urine. but we did get to see those lovely faces from the i-house. brief as it was.

dolled and dazzling, in said mentioned heels above, we searched on saturday for the perfect night. not a five star evening, however, we did enjoy quality time at a mediocre restaurant with some seriously funny men. and a sweet spirit chad.

danielle pulled her first all-nighter sunday for the good cause of worky. well done boo, im proud of you. i will say, that if we are expected to pull all nighters reminiscent of college (state farm anyone?), i will also deem it necessary to extend my college life style. booze, boys, and booze. kidding. i only participate in two of the three (false again.)

id like to just add, if i may (which i can cause you cant stop me), that i am stoked to attend the platt wedding this weekend in nashville. well done hali, theres no greater art than manipulating a man into the donohoo clan. god bless.