Redemption

So, after literally shedding tears over the demise of Penny Licks

it was really hard for me to summons up 

the strength to get dressed, curl my hair, and leave my house

but boy, was it worth it

after crying and lamenting about my vegan cookie dough ice cream

nothing seemed right,

I swear it is because I have a Vitamin D deficiency

all the days of playing N64 & Wii and watching hours of Spongebob

[my dream vacation]

got to me, and I really needed some sunlight

for some serious depression [or maybe shopping withdrawal]

was setting in, I even began looking for food sources of Vitamin D

most of which I cant eat (cod liver oil)

or don't have (swiss cheese)

I'm beginning to feel like I've become a hypochondriac 

that's dangerous

seeing as I have WedMD in my bookmarks bar

it's always something with me, 

something that can usually be cured with some sort of retail therapy

if only doctors knew the secret to good health...

there would be no more prescriptions of medication

just gift cards

everyone would be healthy

I swear, I could cure sickness with this idea

oh, you have a cold?

go spend this $25 dollar gift card at Forever 

oh, a fever and chills?

$50 bucks at Urban should have you feeling brand new

I don't really know how much one would give for terminal illnesses

thats blurry territory...I'm not even gonna go there

just common illnesses

anyway,

after the tears, and a breakdown about my lack of boots

I ventured out to fill up on Vitamin D with a side of 50 mph winds

and I ended up in Steve Madden

where I fell in love & scored

all my life's problems faded away when I felt the 

knee high platform beauties on my feet

Thank you doctor

I followed that beautiful experience with Jamba Juice

my first ever

my Strawberry Nirvana Smoothie filled my tummy with

happy bubbles and sparkling flavor

that smoothie would cure anything just as good as penicillin

I felt enlightened

for a second I was a true Bodhisattva

and then, as I slurped my smoothie

the Spice Girls came on

Spice Up Your Life to be exact

so I bopped & grooved

and thought 

"It's my lucky day, they are playing the Spice Girls in Jamba Juice"

ahhhh, this feels like redemption.

New Year, New Woe: The Death of Penny Licks

Dear 2010,

2009 was particularly shitty

and I had some hope for what you were bringing to the table,

after celebrating New Years with 

pina coladas & the Puerto Rican masterpiece of a concoction: coquito

I thought that maybe you were on my side,

I thought wrong because 

ruin came to my holidays

Penny Licks is closed, for good

I get unusually attached to cutesy, kitsch 

dessert joints in my favorite neighborhoods

my first love was Sugar Sweet Sunshine

the best cupcake shop nestled on Rivington

where the pistachio cupcakes are to die for

and the soft, falling apart array of arm chairs

just suck you in

last year, around the New Year it was closed for a week

My heart sunk at the thought of its demise

no more Bob cupcakes with 

chocolate almond icing and no more strawberry cupcakes with sweet

cream cheese icing and 

heart sprinkles that gave me butterflies

luckily, I was not aware of their vacation period that fell right around Christmas, and my 

heart's joy was fulfilled when I could once again relish in their cupcakes galore

I loved this little place so much

I wrote about it in my Vassar college application & took my interviewer there

I like to think she loved me for me, but she might have just been wooed by the

decadent pumpkin cupcake I ordered for her 

anyway,

my life is ruined, for Penny Licks has left me

Williamsburg is weeping

the days of stopping in after hitting up my favorite vintage stores & the Salvation army 

are OVER

no more tiny, one dollar cones in assorted vegan flavors

that are actually better than real ice cream

or towering, lumpy scoops of vegan cookie dough 

topped high on a simple sugar cone

to scoop up with my vegan banana chocolate chip oatmeal cookie

yes, I said it: banana chocolate chip oatmeal cookie

a huuuuuuge award worthy cookie with fat chocolate chips and 

great banana flavor

my heart is sobbing at the mere memory

all I ever needed was a new pair of boots, a beautiful cone and a lumpy cookie and I was set

now where will I find that same love?

absolutely nowhere

never will I be able to soothe my ice cream craving & vintage obsession at the same time

so my verdict is that life sucks

and the world is going to the goons

that's the only way I can describe my feelings

because if I cannot have tasty vegan treats at my heart's desire

what can I have?

surely not happiness.

Broken Heel, Broken Heart

Right now I feel,

utterly betrayed

Today on this cold ill-fated December day I decided

to wear my lucky underwear

well, basically they decided to wear me

seeing as they were peeking out of the drawer

bright blue,

with a hot pink gun

the  typical lucky underwear

they gave me hope

I mean, I did have my Native American Studies final today, and it went well

and I got a jelly donut 

I nommed that oozing shining blob inside during my test

I was happy as a plum

seeing as tomorrow I leave the 

dreary PK for home

I get to leave behind my biggest problems

art history flashcards, the dining hall running out of Fro Yo,

reserving the TV to watch CSI NY

etc, typical everyday problems that everyone has

but I guess my lucky underwear ran out of fuel today

because as I was sadly leaving the dining hall

sans brownie a la mode (no fro yo, sadness)

and then it happened:

I fell down the stairs...

not just any fall 

I slipped down each one, and at the bottom

I snapped the heel of my favorite boots off

they were beauties, 

by that I mean suede vintage booties

why do I buy vintage

if it just falls apart?

what a conundrum

so I walked to work

in socks, which conveniently had a hole

the sidewalk was littered with rocks and glass

I scraped my toe

at work about 10 minutes later

I smashed 3 of my fingers with heavy books

and twisted my ankle

the last spurt of luck obviously 

was wasted on that jelly donut, and I'm not quite sure it was worth it

So I'm going to read Precious

and cry my life away

until the 5:40 train tomorrow, because

in the city everything is lucky

and even a bad day is better than the best day in Poughkeepsie.