OK = F-ing Fantastic

Finally I have a door on my bedroom (although it's broken and doesn't shut all the way) and I have a job (although I work 12 hours a day) and I have a bed (although it's hard as a rock).

3 important things that I have been taking for granted for my whole life. Simple privacy, steady income and a mattress. As you can see quality is not as important as the existence of them.

Then there are some things that have no caveats at all: Great family- mom, dad, big bro, nieces, sisters and cousins. Great friends- the Indians, Brooklyn kids, skaters, upper east siders, west coasters and fellow downtown folks.

In the case of human beings in my life quality is all that matters.  I had this theory prior to when I needed you the most and now you have proven my theory correct.   When I thought it wouldn't get better you told me it would and you helped me make it happen.

Thank you to the people I have been so lucky to have in my life.  You have made the past couple months so much more bearable than I imagined they could ever be.

Through being jobless, broke, neurotic, homeless and unmanageable; you gave me shelter.  You have all stuck by me and and been all that could light up my days.

It was a short age of depression for Momma Rachel and I've come out a little different, but mostly the same as I went in.  I never thought I could go through such a transformation and come out on top, but here I am; just straight up OK and being OK is the all I could have hoped for and more.

I Wanna Be A Comeback Queen

In my opinion Britney is the come back queen and to be compared to her would be an honor.  Ubrella throwin, head shavin, baby makin, smokin hot, trashy Brit.  

It's been over 2 months of retreat from this blog and the one thing that is on my mind more than anything are the people in my life. An ode to my friends and family is in the works and there is no better place to tell all of you in written permanent words how much you mean to me.  

This blog was meant to keep me busy and provide a creative outlet while deep in the mountains of desolate, Socialist Norway.  Now that I'm back in bustling America I would rather not shake it to tell you the truth. So here we go again and the name stays the same.

I will still beat up Scandinavia and St. Nick a bit but I think we're transitioning to the topic of ridiculous rooftop mayhem, hangovers and random run-ins on the hot, dirty, breath taking streets of New York.