adventures of mascarah.

I've just begun a new decade. Sigh.

I have always wanted to be "a writer" but I'm lost somewhere in the prologue...whittling away at a story I may never tell.

Likes: pop culture. my chihuahua. architecture. modern art. elizabeth street. contemporary designer apparel. food. travel. foreign films. speakeasys. live music. politics. hot sauce. surprises. running in the rain. strangers. wednesdays. fearlessness...and 100s of other random things... maybe even you.

A southerner by birth, northerner by the grace of God, I'm simply a nyc gal who is lost somewhere on my constant exploration of the city and the life,love, and pursuit found within it.

If you are so inclined... sap {at} lifelovepursuit.com

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  • Me: Hi I'd like to place a delivery order.
  • Phone Man: You'd like to what?
  • Me: It says on your website that you deliver.
  • Phone Man: We got lots of stuff with liver.
  • Me: No, I'm trying to get some wee wee pads delivered.
  • Phone Man: You want the wee wee pads or the liver?
  • Me: I'd like the wee wee pads delivered.
  • Phone Man: Lazy fucking Americans.
  • Me: What?
  • Phone Man: Address please?
  1. theviesocietyloves said: ha! i get my ice coffee delivered. from three doors down.
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