Happy Tuesday that’s basically a Monday

The first day of work after Labor Day weekend is always the worst… or so I’m assuming. This is only my second one.

So in order to combat my sadness at not being home watching 10 hours of NCIS like I did yesterday, I am eating broccoli and twizzlers (not at the same time obviously,) drinking rose green tea from Teas’ Tea (which sounds better than it tastes, even though its not that bad – also my rose obsession got the best of me,) and searching for vintage lux scores online and avoiding all responsibilities.

I also accidentally/maliciously ate all of the kitkats that were in the candy bowl in my office. But I regret nothing.

Ok enough of that. Back to vintage.

I like vintage shopping. I’m a huge fan of having a bag or earrings or a statement piece that no one else has. I like the style before the style, if you catch my drift. I’m not great with fashion. I just like what I like. I don’t really wear loud colors or patterns very often. I’m more into monochrome and minimal. I feel like when it comes to vintage shopping, you really can’t go wrong. Sure it might be pre-used, but that only means pre-loved, man! The first Chanel I ever bought myself was pre-owned. Nothing wrong with a little bit of worn in love.

So here I go, checking on What Goes Around, Vestiarie Collective, and others to find the perfect (and least expensive… because I’m trying to save in order to survive) piece to keep forever. I see these as an investment. I may not want children but I know my siblings will have them and I can’t wait to share all my cool stuff with them. My plan is to eventually be the vodka drunk aunt with the killer shoes and rockin’ bod.

Wish me luck…


Traffic pics

Sometimes, when you’re stuck in traffic at 7:45pm and all you’ve eaten in the last 6 hours was a couple of pop tarts, you just gotta snap some NYC skyline pictures.



Bloggers… They’re everywhere. Don’t even try to pretend they aren’t. There has to be millions of people around the world with blogs. And obviously, I’m one of them.

I have always been so impressed by professional bloggers. The “blogosphere,” if you will, is massive, and there are so many amazing men and women who stand out tremendously and who’s life’s work is reflected in a blog. It’s pretty badass if you think about it.

I blog, yes, but I don’t know if I consider myself a “blogger.” I’m more of just a millennial with a blog. (PS I hate that word, “millennial,” its so lame.) But that’s what I am. There are a crap ton of us out there, just tip-typing away about lame stuff that occupies our minds, in a place that allows us to say whatever we want in order to make our lives sound more exciting then it actually is. I don’t want to lie to ya, blogging is cool as hell. But not everyone lives a crazy adventurous life. I’m definitely exhibit A. But blogs really allow the writer to think and do whatever they want. Talk about freedom of speech, man. Like I said, cool as hell.

So why do we write? 

I write here because my current occupation allows me little to no creativity whatsoever. I mean, granted, I’m not an overly creative person to begin with, but sometimes I like to complain, talk about food/coffee/clothes, share videos, and show my cool new acquisitions from very dangerous shopping excursions, and that’s where IC&GW comes in.

My dream/goal for this site is to freshen it up a lot and create a cool logo. But I’m not even sure how that’s supposed to happen. I need to learn to prioritize things outside of work better.

I just want this blog to be fun and exciting. I want people to click onto it and be like “WOW THIS IS WHERE I WANNA BE.” But I have no idea how to do that. I’m assuming that more posts would be a decent start, but I have issues with what I want to write about. I have weird opinions about everything under the sun, so talking about all of them would take a while. And probably bore everyone to death. No dying allowed on Iced Coffee and Gummy Worms. I will not allow it!

So I sit. And I wait. And I eat Chips Ahoy cookies and think. 

Wish me luck peepz. We’re going to get the party started!

Goals… Kind of

Growing up is a funny thing, you know? My entire life, college was my goal. I knew from kindergarten that I would eventually attend a university. I was going to go somewhere amazing with ivy covered buildings and I was going to study really hard and I was going to be a success.

Somewhere between kindergarten and actually getting into college, I realized that I had never made a plan for after college. Finally, I was about to enter an old ivy covered hall and had no idea how to get back out.

Fast forward 6(ish) years and I am seen as an adult by the world. I have a job with a steady paycheck at a newspaper company in Manhattan, and I have absolutely no idea what the heck I will be doing for the rest of my life. At the moment, the most terrifying question someone could ask me is “where do you see yourself in 5 years?” Dude, I don’t even know where I see myself tomorrow. No one ever told me deciding what I want to do with my life would be this difficult. No one ever said it would have to be decided so suddenly, I guess. My parents always told me I needed to have a plan, that the only way to get through life is to have goals, and for the first time in my life I have no plan, no direction, not even a vague idea of what I want and how to get there. To quote Pheobe Buffay, “I don’t even have a ‘pla’.”

So now what do I do? Where do I go from here? How do I climb up the corporate ladder (or any ladder with a pay check, honestly) to become the badass I want to be? I know I want to be successful, I know I want a badass career by the time I’m 30 but other than that, I know nothing and I absolutely hate it. How did this happen?? How did I let this happen? This scares me. If there was ever a time for my dead ancestors to show and guide me, this would be it. But until I see some dead people, I’m going to have to organize my life.

I tried today, kind of. Well, I went to Staples, at least. Staples is the place I would go in college when I was stressed and needed to organize myself. So I went. But the Staples by me sucked. So I bought $8 worth of candy and came back to my office. I’m obviously far from where I need to be but I guess this is a start. Hopefully, I can figure out the plan I need to have and finally get my life on the track I want it on.

Until then, I’m going to eat these chocolate turtles and research Santorini. Why? Because getting there is a goal, and goals are good.

Coffee discoveries 

I found a stumptown coffee near me. That’s all I needed to know. 

Their chocolate milk and cold brew was accurately described by the barista as crack in a box. It was a fantastic mid afternoon pick me up. 

Then me and two people I work with, the two of whom I actually consider friends, sat outside the coffee shop and stared at the building across the street because it reminded us of Paris. 

I’m going back tomorrow morning for breakfast and coffee. I’m so excited I don’t even wanna sleep.


I promise I’m alive


Work has been crazyyyyy intense. The higher-ups have reorganized the structure of the accounts (again) and I got stuck in the middle of 4 different account directors, all pulling me in different directions.

Don’t get me wrong, all four are nice dudes (we have very few women account directors… go figure [insert rolly eye emoji]) but they all want completely different things, so I’m adapting and drinking a lot of Starbucks instant sweetened iced coffee (try it, trust.) I’ve been going to sleep late (which probably has nothing to do with work, but I’m blaming it on them anyway,) waking up later than I should, going to work with minimal make up, and passing out on the bus ride home. Its a mess. I haven’t read in like two weeks and I’ve been eating foods that really aren’t good for me. I’ve been living for the weekends, which totally sucks, mainly because I don’t have enough energy to do anything on the week days. There is really no reason for this post but to complain and make sure y’all know I’m not dead.

Also, I found this really cool weekender that I was thinking about getting. I’m not sure when I’ll use it but it’s on sale and I like duffel bags. I like the fact that it comes in a bunch of different colors and has a compartment for shoes that is completely separate from the rest of the bag. It seems like a good thing to have just in case.

I have a lot of duffel bags, mostly because I’m obsessive about them and buy any one I find that I like more than slightly. I really need to clean out my room and organize all my stuff better so that I have a space for the new bag I plan on getting, but really man? Who has time for that?! Ugh. Whatever, check out the Catalina in all its glowing perfection.

Suggestions on the right color to get?  


I’m torn between the midnight ash (which is basically black) and the khaki (shown above.)
By the way, I need to not shop so much.