“All the world is birth...

All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much.

I have a lot of friends. I'm not the bragging type, but I am seriously blessed in that department (along with other departments such as my good looks, a bosom and once again, my good looks). I don't have that quote "It's better to have 4 quarters than 100 pennies," in my life, because in reality, I have a lot of dollar coins—and I've saved all of them.

Hence, when one of my BFFs asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I sent her this list. I've added several things to this list because I know this has been on the mind of several people this month, mwaahahaaa. So, any one of these things will do or ALL OF THE BELOW would be perfectly fine as well:

What Nadia Wants For Her Day of Existence, Which Ultimately Made Your Existence Worthwhile:

• Decision making skills


• A puppy who I can call Nacho (preferably a Yorkie, Samoyed, Husky, Beagle, Pomeranian, or Spaniel)


• A job (preferably one that's well-paid, with lots of benefits, good hours & brings me fame and glory. Something with the NYT is sufficient, where my name is on the front page)


• State of NJ driver's license for my mom


• 2 cats I can call Hummus or BabaGanoush (Persian, Bengal, Ashera, Savannah, or Russian Blue)


• An Audi with leopard print interior (not a 2 seater)


• SOME GOOD LOVIN' owwwwwww


• A penthouse (this one is more flexible anywhere in NYC will do, or Spain, Greece, London, Mexico, or even Hawaii just to give you a few ideas)


• In home ATM


• Chocolate (you should probably click on that)


• Lifetime supply of white chocolate


• The answer to Life


• A perfect bra


• 12% body fat


• A technologically advanced planner that doesn't require me to "write/plan" anything myself and reminds me to do everything


• My own talk show where I can criticize and insult


• The cordial invitations to Taylor Swift, Justin bieber or Drake's parties for their resignation to music


• The ability to eat cheesecake everyday in every form without the calories


• Peace in the Middle East


• A good President


• Quill and Ink set


• The guts to get a TATTOO


• A bumper car I can drive on the roads


• Better roads


• A mountain bike


• A leopard print vespa


• Photo frames (but they have to be in really weird shapes and super cool)


• Leopard print soccer cleats


• Leopard print darts


• Leopard print pool table


• Leopard print pool stick


• Leopard print anything


• Books (minus 50 shades of anything)


• Clothes


• A new house to put my mountain bike, books & clothes in

... That's about it. These are some pretty simple things, since I'm a pretty simple girl.

Love,

Nadia

Le French Fashion: Reem-yon It Up This Fall

"Fashion has two purposes: comfort and love. Beauty comes when fashion succeeds."
—Coco

I am not a "fashion journalist." If there's one thing I know about myself, it's that I am not a writer of style/fashion. I know right, so uncool. At least there's one thing I do know about myself as a journalist/writer (woohoo!) It's a shame, however, that not only do I not identify myself as a fashion writer, but I also refuse to "teach" myself to be a fashion writer. Because guess what? There's A LOT of jobs out there that are for fashion journalism—and I just don't want any of them. I don't know what it is; maybe it's the fact that I wanted to be a "fashion designer" in 7th grade, maybe because I've never sewed more than two things in my life, or maybe it's cause writing about style, colors, and outfits just don't fuel my fire.

However, if there's one thing I do know it's that the French are beautiful, skinny, and smelly. And they gave us Lady Liberty and are also named after one of America's most delicious fried foods. With that historical information, I'm now going to try something new. I'm going to write a "style" post for the first time in mi vida. But, be warned mi amigos, this is unconventional, irrational, and will probably be exactly what you're not looking for. 

Lovers & Jobs: They Ain't Easy to Find

There's a lot of fish on the market, they say.

Yay! I didn't get a job!  Well at least not yet. Also, I haven't received the "rejection" from my     last potential employer. I've received worse: the silent treatment. So no, there is no closure. I've come to realization that job-hunting is analogous to mate-hunting; there's a lot of damn fish in the vast ocean but that doesn't mean all that fish is good for you.

Despite the 8% unemployment rate in the US right now, there is work out there. There is always going to be work out there. Of course, you may have a hard time getting the work because of all the competition, but it's there. Needless to say, that doesn't mean the job (that you assume will complete your life) is good for you. What I'm really trying to say is that there are a lot of shitty jobs out there. There are a lot of shitty guys out there, too. I usually am more sympathetic to people because I believe that many factors come into play for a person to be "shitty" (bad year, family issues, exs, heartbreak, etc). But, it's quite interesting to note the similarities between finding a good job and finding the love of your life.

Happy September 2nd!

So, I know I am not a very successful blogger, actually I'm probably not even a blogger, but I am attempting and I'm going to continue to attempt, despite my failed attempts. What I have a very hard time doing is deciding what the hell I want to write about. Honestly, how ridiculous is that? I'm a writer, I shouldn't have a problem deciding what in the world I want to write about—right? Well, whenever I attempt to write on my blog(s), I am stumped.