So one of the so-called perks of being an intern is SOMETIMES getting free stuff. The tally so far is my roommates tied at 1 and me sitting, pouting, with my two free nail polishes. Afton made out with a bag of Chanel make-up and Carrie, via a Cirque du Soleil trapeze class, was gifted with a Reebok goody bag including new sneakers and some ehem "stylish" $85 dollar stretchy pants. Not to say I'm ungrateful, but no one hates free things...
On the bright side I had the seriously satisfying experience of cleaning out the fashion closet for the onslaught of September clothes that will be coming in this week. FCUK is the first to come in and I have a feeling it will be stellar. And no Mom, that is not a misspelling, nor a bad word, it stands for French Connection, UK.
The city has been fairly pleasant, and the predicted rain has held of to a mild drizzle. Which is nice, but I still wish it was hot so I could stop wearing my pseudo-bag -lady wardrobe. (Read: lots of layers that don't really match because, well, they weren't meant to go together).
Overall a pretty standard week so far. Had Tasti-D-Lite with the roomies yesterday. Diet ice cream, excuse me "fro-yo," is crappy no matter how many toppings you layer onto it so tonight Afton and I got Chinese food. You know, to make up for the calories we missed out on yesterday. Totally fair.
Another housing update, we still have no, as promised, functioning kitchen table, and as we speak my air conditioner is making a noise similar to a hog being drug behind a semi, woo. hoo.
Maybe tomorrow I will join the Hearst running "club," that way I can eat more Chinese... and real ice cream.
xoxo
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