thanksgiving: staircase exchange
me: oh, shit.
my mom: what?
me: i just spilled water, and then i stepped in it.
mom: oh, shit!
sometimes our brains work alike.
beauty zealot.
i'm deborah. i have lived in nyc for seven years. illustration and writing motivate me. i love toys, karaoke, cheese, dressing like i'm from the 40s, good grammar, and homemade scrapbooks.
(all sketches and drawings are original and owned by me.)
i over think nearly everything.
contact: deborahjsabat [at] hotmail [dot] com
(all sketches and drawings are original and owned by me.)
i over think nearly everything.
contact: deborahjsabat [at] hotmail [dot] com
Nov 28
Nov 25
GPOYW - ‘happy thanksgiving!’ edition.
p.s. i totally made that turkey while volunteering at a new york cares ‘bedtime stories’ event with elementary school kids. good times.
Nov 24
corporate speak of the week: botched expressions
“you need to take the bullet by the horns.”
-my friend’s sister
this is one of my new favorites.
Nov 22
last night my friends and i had our annual pre-thanksgiving potluck dinner. the following may or may not have resulted:
1. an overwhelming amount of food and wine
2. crazy late night karaoke
3. a *killer* headache
4. a great time
Nov 20
Nov 19
there was a book signing at moma with this one today, supposedly open to members only. so what did i do? i borrowed my friend’s member card, claimed a doctor’s appointment during work, and arrived at the museum 45 mins before said event. and what did i arrive to? the news that the signing was over capacity, that people had waited from the wee hours of the morning, in order to get one of 300 un-advertised tickets which were handed out (and exhausted) by two hours before the event’s start time. harumph.
Nov 17
"brand ambassador!"
so one of my company’s ‘brand ambassadors’ just came to the office this morning. all of us lemmings were encouraged to stand around the lobby for half an hour, to await her arrival. today’s glamorous guest was none other than halle berry, who was so beatiful that she looked like a walking advertisement for airbrushing.
though i didn’t squeal with excitement like a lot of the girls here, you can definitely count me among the gawking lemmings, thank you very much. and i got to shake her hand.
Nov 16
Nov 14
rockin' commute.
last night i left the west village at 1am to head home (which normally takes only 25 minutes, given it’s only about 4 miles north). here’s the actual equation of my trip:
20 minute wait for train + local service only (no express) + loud teenage tourists + train creeping along the tracks + no service to my station + 15 minute walk in the pouring rain to get back down to the stop by my apartment = 1 hour commute. (= amazing.)
