Dear Kitty, Garron hates me. I think he’s falling for Kristen VanBreen. I can’t believe he sent roses to all the girls in the 8th grade. I got one rose. I suspect it’s from Jon. (Eww.) I think he’ll ask me out soon because he broke up with Emily. I’m gonna say no if he does. Mr. Shapiro is driving me to depression. I HATE MATH!!!!!!!!!! Love, Leo
Here is an e-mail I wrote to Smith College friends while intoxicated. Notice, in the 3rd graph, my reference to bloggers: Frrrrrriiiieiieieieieienndndzzzzzz of the west coast ghey coast (um, and mackenzie in germany). Do you all ride bikes? Do you have more tattoos? Do you bake lots of vegan treats? It’s been a year since we gradubated. What’s the plan? Stay in portland? Who is...
making of a cosmo girl: on the qt →
So does anyone read the news anymore? Or do they just find out about things through liveblogging and reblogs?
Nothing's Right, I'm Torn
This apartment dilemma is really getting to me. I’m doing double duty, both looking for a new roommate, and looking for a room. Pros and benefits to taking a room include (probably, hopefully) a reduced rent, and not being bound to a 1-year lease. The latter feels kind of important to me because I really do want to think about going places. Downside - maybe live with crazies, in smaller...
bed and hellfast
Here is a story I tried to tell yesterday that was…well, it’s a hard story to tell, partly because it is just so unbelievable and it’s also kind of mean. It’s also a bit hard to tell out loud, so it might be better written. But, it’s all totally true. I spent the bulk of my pre-teen years growing up in a Bed & Breakfast in Western Massachusetts. When I was eight,...
I just rented Irréversible on iTunes rentals. I do not know how this film was nominated for awards and even won some. It is completely un-watchable.
I started this tumblr in March, and back then it had a very different vibe. I was narrative-driven and was what I thought of as an experiment in mixing fiction and reality. At the time, I was already familiar with a character (based on myself), and found I could write her very well and easily. I wanted to expand on it and make things a bit more dangerous. She was 22, and every day her thoughts,...
Cosmopolitan Receives Planned Parenthood Award →
I noticed this announcement in the elevator this morning (Hearst has little tvs to entertain you during your ride). That award is very, very cool.
Leafing Las Vegas: Interview With Charles Bock →
This is how Foster and I met! Sort of. I started following his tumblr, and contacted him when he posted that he was interviewing Charles Bock and to send questions. I was so excited because I was in the middle of Beautiful Children and really loving it. Unfortunately, I couldn’t come up with any questions in a timely manner except for, “Is he single? And if so, ask him if I can marry...
This lovely blog here got just about 1,000 page views yesterday. Nice work, people. Nice work.
the making of a cosmo girl: round two →
This is about my second date with a boy who is very nice…but not sure if it will work out…
Dating Your Roommate, Pt. 2
So to follow up on today’s post about finding new roommates=dating, which was somehow so popular… Girl did not e-mail back, after I e-mailed a friendly “Hi! I like you! I’d really like you to be my roommate!” I have come up with a few conclusions. 1) She saw my acne and was repulsed. 2) Put off by forwardness. 3) Looked me up on Facebook and SAW said post and was...
Here is why I love the blogosphere/Internet: Things like today, when lots of new people want to have conversations with you and think that maybe what you write is worth reading. Why I hate the blogosphere/Internet: Unable to avoid really, really, really annoying shit being pushed in front of your face - photos, mentions, links - that just makes one say “It’s so lame that this even...
i want a margarita. text me if you do, too.
Dating Your Roommate
So, as I mentioned, I have been on the search for a new roommate for my lovely Gramercy apartment. I posted an ad on Craigslist, which mainly brought out the crazies (read: woman from Italy who spoke little English, man who said he would be happy to contribute his flatscreen t.v. and black leather sofa set - ick!!!!, another male “actor” even though I specified FEMALE only…) ...
I just showed the apartment to a REALLY nice, normal, potentially cool girl. Let’s hope she’s in.
This is pretty freaking awesome....
Peter insists on a correction to the MGMT post: Don’t credit Twitter. I’m not on it. (Who needs Twitter when there’s still Dodgeball!) It was one of the girls in my group, your fan, who recognized you and said “I just saw the blogger from Cosmo!” that made me give you a call. There’s lots of good pictures of you, I like this one just before I lost you to...
The self-imposed juice cleanse that I mentioned a few posts ago pretty much went out the window this weekend when Peter offered to buy me beer at the MGMT show. So, I bit the bullet and signed up for another Blueprint cleanse starting Thursday. The only way I’ll really stick to something like this is knowing that if I screw it up, it’s my own money wasted.
Went to the MGMT show at McCarren like the rest of the world on Sunday. I headed over by myself, and literally wanted to throw up when I saw the line. It was - no joke - over 20 blocks long, stretching all the way down Driggs and then down Graham. I can now sing the praises of Twitter, because I had given up, and had Twittered how ridiculous the line was, and about ten minutes later got a text...
It’s time to pull back a bit from certain things. Don’t want to jump the shark. Or ever be in a place where I thought that might happen.
I just created a Facebook invite for my 23rd birthday. Feel free to show up, re-blog this, or just RSVP to the FB page. Thursday, August 28th, 7-11 p.m. Lolita Bar 266 Broome Street (off Allen)
Maybe the solution is drop everything and move back to Paris. If only I had the funds. This happens in movies all the time, right? Act 1: Frustrated girl decides to make life-changing, yet risky decision to get away from all that’s wrong in her life now by deciding she’ll move to Paris in one month. Act 2: Wonderful American author and journalist living in Paris magically offers her...
Started another juice cleanse today…I get so pissy at the beginnings of these, but then by the end of day 2, I’m really into it. Really, it’s more a way to force myself to be more reasonable about spending and drinking habits. When on it, I clearly can’t drink, which in turn saves me lots of money. Meeting up with a friend after work ends up becoming expensive....
why have i never seen 'keeping up with the...
awesome quotes - “hava nagila, beer wine, and tequila” “shamu is jewish?” “what is this? queer eye for the straight goy?” “i want a grand entrance. not jumping out of a plane, jews don’t jump…put him on a jetpack.”
I need a new roommate!
Does anyone want to live with me? Or know of someone looking for a place September 1? Gramercy area. Re-blog or email me at leonoraepstein at mac dot com.
the making of a cosmo girl: let's do lunch? →
decided to tumblr this one ‘cause oops i looked at the ex’s flickr last night
Thursday, July 24 2008
One of those days yesterday, where the unbelievable is your reality. When this happens, drinking happens. And when drinking happens, the unbelievable can only multiply. Started off morning fine. There’s something about non-relationship sex that’s like a virus. You don’t realize the bug is inside of you until 12 hours later when you start to feel its full effect. 12 hours later:...
20 Bloggers On Whom We're Mancrushin' →
From Urlesque. Sigh. I don’t think I could ever make a hot blogger list. But maybe…if there’s a list for most endearingly awkward bloggers?
Has been stressful. It was a long day at the job filled with lots of work and social drama. I got on the subway just as it was pulling into the 57th Street station, which was great, but I need to be at the very head of the train for my exit at 23rd Street. There’s a mariachi band playing in this car so loud that I can’t drown them out even at my iPod’s highest volume. At each...
BONE?! BONE YOURSELF, [boy’s name]! I am sorry, but boys should not say...– CMG, my source of wisdom