Real estate has hit a major snag and it's kind of thrown me for a loop. My marketing plan was very simple, really. Create a FB fan page, create a website with the city's listings on it, and run FB ads to the individual listings via my FB fan page. Voila! Fan page is created, my digital ad creatives are accounted for, and look, lucky me, the website ( Read more... )

I am trying to use this opportunity to reconvene with some of my closest, most reliable, friends over the years. Ilaria and Stephanie, the infamous "italian girls", I've once again touched base with. Susan, yet another person that my first girlfriend was jealous over nearly 8 years ago, I spent time with in a playground in Forest Hills and meeting ( Read more... )

Once of the darkest periods of my adult life came after my first ordeal with Christine, we were co-dependently close friends who made out at Ottos whenever she wanted to see me, when she dropped me like a bad habit and broken heart the moment I questioned her behavior. I felt like I had lost my soul mate. A girl larger than life in her perfection ( Read more... )

Nothing fun to write about ( Read more... )

It's much easier to pick out the things that are wrong, or dubious, or trepidatious about someone you spend time with than it is things that are really fantastic. Because we're problem solvers, naturally, if we have any mild survival skills and as such we put those things at the forefront of our minds. I spent a good amount of time in my last entry ( Read more... )

Time to really buckle down and pick things up in preparation for my real estate career. One of the most daunting things is getting to know the inventory. The inventory of all 5 boroughs of NYC. Meaning all the neighborhoods. Broken down into 15 categories of apartments. How many active, the average price, how many under contract, the average price ( Read more... )

I don't remember this but my grandmother recounted it to me with clarity a week back as I discussed with her the risks and rewards of brain surgery, as it had been offered to me as a way to--hopefully--make me seizure free. She said I was teenager, in high school, and I had apparently just had a breakthrough seizure, the seizure that robbed me of ( Read more... )

I spent about 2 hours mulling over and writing my last entry and even as I did so I wondered if I was wasting my time. I had my digital calendar outlined with tasks to do and a tall order of things that needs to get done every day to reinvent myself with the quickest turnaround time possible. But also yesterday, earlier in the day, I was filled ( Read more... )

The day I broke my ankle I was in a zombie-like state. Walking around with a scowl, two inches above just complete depressive meltdown, talking to girl friends over text and messenger to pre-occupy my mind in any way possible. My heart was heavy, my chest collapsed, every step felt trying. Looking back, I don't know if I would have broken my ankle ( Read more... )

Had a long talk with Suzy Q tonight, spawned by the open desire to see her on New Year's Eve ( Read more... )