Bad Bloggy and Hello Baldy

I don’t have much to say except that it occurred to me last night that around this time, two years ago, I was twenty three and had lived in NYC for a grand total of eight months.

I had been robbed three times by the date of this self portrait. At some point I had shaved my head and was working as an Assistant Editor on MTV’s Miss Seventeen while struggling to figure out why I should continue putting myself through the horrific gauntlet that was NYC.

Since this photo, I have worked for many companies, met many people (quality and not so), and this city has grown on me like a roommate who you love and hate in equal measures.

I am going to be twenty six in two months and I’d like to think that by this time the girl in the yellow dress is proud of me.