Side of Sass

When I find out someone my age got engaged

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 21:46:53 -0700

lifeofabobkitten:

"Too late for second guessing, too late to go back to sleep. It’s time to trust my instincts,..."

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 13:06:54 -0700

“Too late for second guessing, too late to go back to sleep. It’s time to trust my instincts, close my eyes and leap.”

Santa Monica

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 23:49:12 -0700

Santa Monica

"Drunk at Vogue."

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 23:15:38 -0700

“Drunk at Vogue.”

- Details following ;)

I'm Back!

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 22:47:48 -0700

Well folks, I am back in the blogosphere. I apologize for my seven month hiatus, life has been quite the roller coaster and I haven’t had a chance to document it all. Well to the few of you who are still following my lonely little blog I guess I should update you on the fact that I am no longer an east coast girl. Kids, that’s right I am finally living in Los Angeles! If you know me then you know that I’ve always wanted to live in LA. I dreamed of the Hollywood Hills and watching the sunset over the ocean. Well in January I made my dream come true. Granted, Burbank (where I currently reside) is no Hollywood Hills, and I can’t exactly see the sun set over the ocean since I’m living in “The Valley,” but I am making moves and I’m trying my hardest to make it work out here for me.

My second week out here I landed myself an internship in the Fashion PR world at Red Light PR. Now, I don’t know the darnedest thing about fashion PR. Sure I love reading Vogue, and I tend to pretend I am sitting beside Joan Rivers during a tape of the Fashion Police, but when it comes to fashion PR I was a newbie. It also doesn’t help that I like to dress for comfort, and what looks best on my body rather than what’s trending. Boy, did I stick out like a sore thumb on my first day. There I was, walking in wearing my Old Navy skinny jeans, a blouse from Target, and flats from Payless. The only way that I can properly describe my first day at Red Light is that it bared quite the resemblance to Anne Hathaway’s first day at Runway in The Devil Wears Prada. Ladies and gents, you may call me Andy Sachs.

Though I hate Anne Hathaway with a passion for stealing Kate Hudson’s wedding day in Bride Wars, I can now sympathize with her character. From having a mental breakdown in the bathroom to having to drive and park the CEO’s Cadillac, I think I can say that I truly experienced the fashion PR world and I can say with confidence that it is not for me. I stuck it out, definitely excelled and became one of the “favorite” interns (at least I’d like to think so) and I would be more than happy to share some of my favorite RLPR stories with you. It’s not my intention to bash the company, because I do have to admit I did learn a lot, and RLPR combined with my previous internships got me to where I am today- a paid internship at GolinHarris. But before I start telling you all where I am today in my life, I need to share some of my experiences in the last four months.

Enjoy the future posts, I promise not leave you guys again!

"And I’m doing just fine, I’m always landing on my feet- in the nic of time & by the skin of my..."

Mon, 26 Sep 2011 17:54:24 -0700

“And I’m doing just fine, I’m always landing on my feet- in the nic of time & by the skin of my teeth. I ain’t gonna stress, cause the worst ain’t happened yet. Somethings watching over me like Sweet Serendipity.”

To text or not to text, that is the question.

Mon, 12 Sep 2011 11:58:38 -0700

Why do I find it strange when a guy actually texts me? Normally I don’t hand out my number to a guy at a bar because I don’t expect anything to happen after that night, but this kid is not backing down. Granted our conversations are far from engaging, and borderline boring, but this whole situation is quite different. But the question is- Is this a good different or bad different? I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

First I had two "Joes" and now I have no "Joes"

Thu, 08 Sep 2011 17:31:40 -0700

I should be relieved, but I’m not going to lie- I kinda miss the attention. Is that incredibly vain of me? Am I being totally hypocritical? Don’t even attempt to answer those questions.

I apologize for the confusion this post may cause, I haven’t been able to blog about EVERYTHING without damaging some of my relationships. Gotta keep part of my life a mystery.

"Just because we exchanged numbers does not mean I really want you to text me. It was labor day..."

Mon, 05 Sep 2011 14:35:11 -0700

“Just because we exchanged numbers does not mean I really want you to text me. It was labor day weekend bro.”

I don't regret the things I've done but those I did not do

Mon, 05 Sep 2011 12:57:00 -0700

Well labor day weekend was full of sin and PLDs. Drinking a bottle of poor life decisions will bite you in the ass…or the neck I guess. As most of you know my standards seem to be nonexistent, and down the shore my not so proud moments seem to be highlighted. Leave it to me to have some stories for the morning after. But hey, it was the last weekend of summer and you know what? Sorry I’m not sorry.

I’ll look for my dignity next time I’m at the beach, and I’ll make sure to avoid my high school gym teacher next time I’m at the bar because he was judging me all night. I probably would have judged me too. I’m going to have to resist the “chin ups” and trips to the beach for a while- I need to spread my irresponsible wild antics out. I hope everyone’s labor day was filled with adventures!

"I’m officially playing with fire. Might as well enjoy the heat since I’m going to hell..."

Fri, 19 Aug 2011 08:58:22 -0700

“I’m officially playing with fire. Might as well enjoy the heat since I’m going to hell anyway.”

- yours truly

Got my hopes up too quickly.

Sun, 14 Aug 2011 15:20:49 -0700

Okay so the lack of excitement in my life is to blame for my lack of posts. Rather than bore you with my redundant day to day activities, which ultimately come down to working at the bank, eating and sleeping I decided to spare you the misery and just avoid blogging. Well, I’m back now- and hopefully for good. Though the excitement in my life hasn’t increased, I am determined to make a constant effort in keeping you all entertained.

So, remember Mr. Fourth Chance? The kid that I have yet to give a fourth chance to is back. I saw him two weeks ago at a bar, and the 8th grade bitch inside of me ignored him. Our eyes met and I turned my head away. Now, you would think that this pathetic behavior would cause FC to take a hint. He did not call/text/Facebook me for two weeks (longest run ever), but of course that did not last.

Today I received a text from him simply stating “Just got back from Vegas, it was so much fun.” Gee, thanks for the heads up! That text followed up with a few more updates on his life and one final one asking to meet up in an hour to hang out. I guess he hasn’t been reading my blog? After talking to some of my girlfriends, most of them agreed on my theory of turning him down when he asks to hang out the day of rather than make plans a day or two in advance. When will guys learn? I know I am being a little ridiculous, but I have to standby this little rule of mine.

I’m sure there will be some more updates in the near future, but for now that’s all folks. Catch ya on the flip side. (I’ve always wanted to say that)

"This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty..."

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 07:33:23 -0700

“This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change, you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you’ve felt heartache. You can’t have a sense of victory unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really fucking evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died.”

- Kelly Cutrone- If You Have To Cry, Go Outside

A little letter for you..

Mon, 25 Jul 2011 19:30:52 -0700

Dear Fourth Chance,

Grow up. I’m sorry I never called you back. I’m sorry I’m never available to hang out when you text or call me the day of. If you want to see me have some chivalry and make plans. Do not call me the same day and ask to meet in an hour, because I will most likely have plans or lie and say I have plans. Also, grow a pair and don’t complain to a mutual “friend” that I never got back to you regarding a night out and then have her approach me. Confront me, this isn’t high school. We’re young adults, and if you do want to go out then go about it another way because your approach isn’t working.

Sincerely,

Sorry I’m Not Sorry

Fourth times a charm?

Tue, 19 Jul 2011 18:59:47 -0700

I am a big believer on giving someone a second chance, hell sometimes I’ll go as far as giving them a third chance depending on the situation, but fourth chances just seem unnecessary. Long story short this guy who I went on a few dates with like a million years ago (2) is back in my life, against my wishes of course. He wants to start hanging out again, and admittedly I have prolonged our “date” far too long and it seems as if I am about to give this kid a fourth shot. I know I boast about have little to no standards when it comes to guys, but let me make this clear- that is only when alcohol is involved and there is a dance floor nearby… Or if they do have an accent, I’m a sucker for foreigners. But when it comes to actually dating, we need to click. Standards are set in that department. Updates soon! xx

Social Media Shameless Plug

Tue, 19 Jul 2011 18:50:52 -0700

Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, FourSquare, Google +, & Spotify.

Am I missing anything? Jesus my life is a tangled web of social media circles.

What standards?

Thu, 14 Jul 2011 07:02:48 -0700

What is it about an accent that makes a girl weak in the knees? I swear, my morals go straight out the door the second I hear a non-American guy talk. At that point looks aren’t even a major factor and I say goodbye to standards. It’s not the classiest approach, but I’m not going to lie, hearing a British, Irish, or Spanish accent makes me swoon.

Just this past weekend my girlfriends and I went to an Irish pub in NYC. The second we walk in I spot about 10 Irish tourists and all of us are chatting it up till about 4 in the morning… A little less chatting with some. And sure, you can’t understand every single word they say but what’s some conversation lost in translation when it comes to some harmless fun?

"If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude...."

Fri, 24 Jun 2011 11:09:57 -0700

“If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude. Don’t complain.”

- Maya Angelou

"Don’t be hasty, prosperity will knock on your door soon."

Wed, 22 Jun 2011 11:26:41 -0700

“Don’t be hasty, prosperity will knock on your door soon.”

- My fortune cookie from lunch

The Rules.

Tue, 21 Jun 2011 18:49:08 -0700

Thanks to “Chasing Harry Winston” here are some things to keep in mind in order to properly snook for love this summer:

Friendly, outgoing, engaging, charming, whatever you want to call it, it still translates into available and desperate when you’re the one who initiates contact.
Let him introduce himself to you. At that point you will politely reward his politeness with a smile and some smoldering eyes, and then you will promptly dodge any of his direct questions, turn away, and become completely engaged in a conversation that does not include him.
Give a little, and then ignore. Flirt, then withhold. He’ll go crazy trying to pin you down.
Nothing works more efficiently than a maybe. It’s not a flat out rejection, but it definitely sends the message that he has to work a little harder.

I feel like there’s a thin line between playing hard to get and being a stuck up bitch. I probably come off as the desperate available girl because hey, I am desperate and available! Well, this summer I’m changing my ways- let’s see if this approach (or lack of approach) is more successful. Do you follow any dating rules?