Going nowhere fast

Who coined the term “going nowhere fast?” It’s a little clichรฉd, but when you feel like some aspect of your life is just stuck, but the calendar is flipping by, it starts to feel like a phrase penned just for you.

I’ve honestly felt that 2015 has been a year of “going nowhere fast”. My job wasn’t something I was passionate about anymore. Hell, I didn’t even really like it most days, and I had to will myself out of bed. Sometimes I took personal days when I couldn’t. Sometimes I drank the work-week nights away. One moment I was slurping down a Gin & Tonic. The next it was 3am and I was in a bed- thankfully mine- usually with a plate of food next to me and no recollection of how I got back or what I hit my shoulder on.

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Saturday night

  
It is a Saturday night, it’s raining to beat the band, and my sinuses are a little clogged. I have a choice to make. Shower, put on some mascara, push up the girls, and go buy two $15 amazing but way out of my budget cocktails? Or stay in with no bra on, my   old leggings that don’t really fit, watch Hulu, and bury my face in this truly decadent $30 glutenfree 15-inch pizza that will last me three sit downs, and swallow it down with a cider, lovingly patting my tummy afterward…. 
Hardly a hard choice 

Are you there spring? It’s me, Jocellyn

Gold Rope Necklace

Rumor has it Monday is supposed to be 70 degrees and sunny, but I’m a New Englander who has gone through this relentless winter and is skeptical of “so-called” weather reports.

If the claims are true then I’ll rejoice and drink a cocktail to celebrate the first, officially gorgeous day of spring. If they’re false then I’m walking into work, putting in my notice, and getting on a plane to the USVI, rent and student loan and car payments and responsibilities be damned!

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Dust off the sunglasses

Or better yet: A tale of Jocellyn’s behind- a booty not big enough to break the internet, but ample enough to crush a pair of sunglasses.

Sunglasses

Which do you like best? I’m personally a big fan of the aviators, but the middle ones are kind of funky.

I’m a thrifty shopper, but there are certain things I don’t mind spending money on if I have the extra cash lying around. In no particular order some examples would be good shoes, denim, and cocktails that cost the same as an entrรฉe.

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Sleeping Nude and Dressing for Spring

Denim shorts styled with cable sweater and heels

Let me start by saying I’m a nude sleeper. That’s right, when I close the bedroom door at night it’s all boobs and buns.

Frankly, I find sleeping in clothes suffocating and hot. I only wear clothes to bed for two occasions. First is when I have to crash at a friend’s house and am comfortable enough to share a bed with them (more like too princessy to sleep on a mere, mortal couch) but not comfortable enough to completely disrobe, because, you know, that can send some mixed messages.

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