Finally (insert drum roll)

HERE IT IS!! MY BLOG!! WOO!! BE READY TO PARTY ON A WEEKLY (MAYBE DAILY) BASIS!!


I have been meaning to start a blog since I graduated which is now almost six months ago, shizz I am getting old.


After interning all summer in a place where no one talks and everyone listens to their headphones, temping at a place for the Elderly (I want to bleach my brain from this miserable month of my life), and now working in both the retail/restaurant industry, I've decided "hey, I should motha f*ckin blog".  WE SHOULD ALL DO SOMETHING WE LIKE RIGHT????? RIGHT.


So where did "Better in Boston" come from you ask?


When I was a wonderful, joyous, unhealthy college student (I'm still wonderful and attempting to be healthy) at the beautiful University of Massachusetts - Amherst, I always thought "I love ______(insert bar/restaurant, clothing store, event in freaky Western Mass) but it is better in Boston."  Ask any of my roommates, as much as I loved playing flip cup with tequila on a sunny Saturday afternoon on Amity St., doing random road trips in the winter to mystical Chinese statues, and hiking mountains, MY HEART WAS REALLY ALWAYS HERE AND REALLY BELONGS IN THIS CITY.  


Now I can claim that I am not a yuppie, a true Bostonian, tell you that I have Doc River's face tattoo'd on my ass (I don't but that would be so cool), but do you care? NOPE.  Do I have a Boston accent? NOPE (my mom is from Long Island and my dad hails from sunny California).  Do I pahk my cah in harvahd yahd? NOPE because this bitch has a driveway (we don't even use mine, we use my neighbors so my dogs can frolic freely throughout our driveway and yard and YES I STILL LIVE AT HOME. REFER TO MY RECENT JOB HISTORY).


If I told you that I had a point for this blog, I would 100% be lying.  Maybe I just really want people to know what goes through my weird head, maybe I just really like to hear myself talk.  My "personal problem" is that I think I'm wicked funny, I don't think it is a problem, but I don't look cool when I laugh at my own jokes.  A close friend of mine is convinced I take drugs, I don't, but he recently posted this video on my FB that I watch at least 3 times a day and laugh wicked hard every time I watch it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdvCUKFc2hE&feature=player_embedded.  I fucking love Marvin Cariboo.


Anyways, back to the point of my blog, I am going to write about cool things that I find around this beautiful city, it can be PEOPLE, CLOTHES, EVENTS,  PLACES WHERE THEY MAKE FOOD THAT I LIKE TO EAT, OR WHATEVER I FEEL LIKE.  I hope you read :) Please make suggestions too.


Here is my first cool find:


While having a painful two hour break between my jobs, I decided to stroll down Newbury St.  I stopped into Marc by Marc Jacobs and found two really great things.  1. Rain boots for $28.  How can you beat that?  I bought them because I've never owned  a pair and I hate when my socks get wet.  These lovely boots come in all lovely sizes and colors and they are UNISEX.  I am really hoping to bump into a sexy man who is wearing matching purple rain boots.  2.  An awesome cross body bag.  I currently sell handbags for a living right now, so I spend too many hours looking at them.  It took me under 30 seconds to fall in love with this bag.  I promise I will post pictures of both ASAP.


A "Jim" Moment at Marc Jacobs (Jim is my fajer):  My dad is the cheapest man on this earth.  I think he would split toilet paper if my sisters and I wouldn't find out about it.  While checking out, I saw these really funny condoms that had funny cartoons on the outside.  I dumped a handful into my purse and say to the Jamaican cashier "O wow my friends are going to love these," he replies "Sistah those ain't free HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (in a crazy Jamaican laugh)".  I knew that was my cue to leave, so I did.  Steal condoms from Marc Jacobs, he shouldn't be selling them for $1.50 each anyways.