Things I Lost This Summer

In honor of Labor day and it marking the last weekend of the summer, I felt inspired to make a list of all the things I lost during the past 3 months.

1. My Casio watch
2. Blue hoody sweatshirt
3. Lavender umbrella
4. 2 bikini's
5. Weight
6. My boyfriend
7. The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly (both job and store)
8. Mind.
9. The urge to bite my nails
10. My Netflix account

On a more positive note, these are the things I gained:

1. Chelsea
2. Money
3. Missbehave
4. Empathy
5. Duncan McInnes
6. A good tan
7. Physical fitness
8. Sponsee
9. A new favorite T shirt
10. Loser (the 90s party I host tonight at Bowery Electric tonight)

Internship

Loser, tonight, Bowery Electric, 11pm. I don't sound excited about it now but trust me, I will be fully jazzed on Red Bull by the time ya'll show up. YOU WILL show up, right?

In other news, I really need a super special talented editorial intern. Think about people you know, students, cousins, whomever.

Ideally I want someone who really wants to be a writer. A young, hungry, confident writer who isn't gonna tell me they have food poisoning as an excuse to not be at work. SAVE THE SPEECHES FOR MALCOLM X!

Jk...but not that much. (I actually know how serious food poisoning is so it bothers me when people lie about having it).

There is potential for a paid position. I want this intern sitch to blossom into something beautiful. Organization is key.

Email Olivia@missbehavemag.com
If you email anywhere other than this address you will automatically NOT get the internship.
Can you handle that? Was I too abrasive just now?
If you think I was, you probably won't want to be my intern.

See you tonight at my 90s party!

BORA

Marie is awesome. I love the way she talks. She loved Bora more than her own son because he had such a kick ass personality. Whenever I feel blue I just talk like Marie and I feel better. Bora was freaky!
Bora!
Bora!
Bora!

In other news I now work at Missbehave and am totally tired and overwhelmed and exhausted.

I'll update gossipy shit with pictures and what not soon cuz I know that's all you fuckers want. Shame on you!

I'm a Winner With a Twist

Worlds Collide, Hearts Will be Broken...

I miss music videos like this. We need MORE pointing at the camera, MORE arms around each other's shoulders, MORE high fives. Please!!
I'm gonna start a new night aside from Loser. It's gonna be a power ballad night.
Only Night Ranger and John Parr.
25 hours a day.


You can break the boy in me, but you can't break the man.

Had to be Done

Who would you rather, Chainsaw or Dave?

Look What I Found...

A WU TANG CLOUD!

I Swore I Would Be True, And Honey So Did You

This Thursday night at Bowery Electric.

I'm in so deep.

11pm-4am. Bowery and 2nd.

You know I'm such a fool for you.

Aaron Bonderoff, Billy Strobeck, maybe even a Gavin McInnes if we're lucky.

You got me wrapped around your finger.
Do you have to
Do you have to let it linger?

Come down and rage with me.

Montauk Part 3

I know, yawn yawn yawn. I just gotta post these. If no one sees the photo, did you ever really take it?



Montauk is a special kind of beach. You're only allowed to be seen reading Vanity Fair. In East Hampton, it's Hamptons mag only. In Long Beach, Star or Us Weekly. Brighton Beach is for novels. Coney Island is for comic books. If you're seen reading at Jones they kick you out.

Sometimes people get bored at the beach.

I think if the shrimp is this big, it might not be called a shrimp anymore. That's not supposed to be a joke. Does anyone know what these colossal fuckers are called?

See you later Tenderoni.

Montauk Part 2

Look at this beautiful crazy psycho War of the Worlds sky!





The good thing about rainy days is that if you're lucky, you get to snugs with Jen Brill.

Dear Future Me,
In the winter when you're Chunky Cold Medina and pale and eating regularly again, remember Montauk 2008. Remember how panic attacks made you thin, and even though you went temporarily insane, you still looked pretty good.

Montauk Part 1

I used to work at Carvel. Rafael got pretty jazzed over this factoid.

(Speaking of factoids, this conversation once happened:
Some dude: What's the difference between a fact and a factoid?
Jay Massacret: One is curiously strong.)
But back to Rafael.




Fact: a factoid is a briefly stated and often trivial fact.

Listen

To my bedroom voice.