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
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.
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.)
beware, new yorkers - the news on wpix (channel 11) features not only the worst wardrobes ever seen on anchors, but also the most amazing (botched) understatements imaginable. on my first viewing of this station’s news, i got to hear one anchor say something about a terrorist possibly having “a beef with america.”
this may be like one of those car wrecks that you simply cannot look away from. maybe.
the gossip grapevine (at work) is a thick one. it needs to be broken.
