Traffic at the very top of the Lexington and 53rd St station escalator. How scary is that? Cause: two woman bent over and pulling out each other’s hair like two bulls at the ready. I kid you not. Some decent men were trying to rip em apart at least.

Now, of course people are going to stop and stare. But at the tip of a moving escalator! Even for a moment?

Like I’m not already deathly afraid of riding up those. :|

Right now, I feel effing boss. Absolutely fearless.

It was my final day at NY1 and TDF. I’ll be back at both, I can feel it. And yet, I feel like I can pretty much pick up and go to Buffalo and pursue reporting there. Travel the continent one station at a time.

Carpe diem.

I know what I want and I’m gonna get it. That’s always been my modus operandi, but If only every day were this awesome. Even if it isn’t, I decided not too long ago that I would try to make every day legendary, and so far, let’s just say that Barney Stinson would approve. :)

Peace in the Middle East,
Sabrinaaaaaaa

John Mayer was dead wrong when he claimed that there is no such thing as a real world. Welcome to the real world, almost everything seems to say to me, condescendingly. Credits, transfers, unemployment, healthcare; all of it seems to hover behind a gate presided by Kafka himself. Clearly, the future freaks me out. Here’s to hoping I could come up with the next great app or small business idea to secure it, but to no avail. Yet.