Sorry? You’re, “sorry”? Well, sometimes “sorry” doesn’t fucking cut it.

I don’t know what to think of these shoes.. Oh wait, yes I do.. They really, really bother me.

I think I’m going to turn this blog into Conversations With My Manager Reed.

Viviana: Reed! I want a boyfriend.

Reed: Nana you’re going to be alone forever.

Viviana: How can you say that?!

Reed: You’re too in love with yourself you’ll never love anyone else.

Viviana: That’s not true!

Reed: No, I’ve been noticing it for a while. Cookie?

You’re allowed to drink at 9am on Monday morning when you work overnights… Right?

I asked my manager what he wanted to grow up to be when he was a kid.

Viviana Gets Desperate
Magnet Theatre
254 West 29th Street
6:30pm
$5

And flashlights.

Lights out at the Hilton New York, but we’ve got glowsticks!

Today was moving day and my new landlord just came up to our door with homemade cupcakes. They are delicious and I will have to live here forever.

I’m kind of going to miss winter.