I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
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I was a cheerleader for all four years of high school, and, by default, a cheerleader for Halloween at least 6 times between my HS & college years. I thought this year might be the perfect time to lack in creativity once again, so I asked dad to ship me all of my uniforms from storage. (Luckily he also sent my megaphone, which I will now be using to wake up/annoy Whitney with.)
I tired the uni’s on immediately and was quick to discover that the skirts fit (VICTORY!), and the tops…not so much. This leaves me with the following options: 1) starve myself until Oct. 31 OR 2) go a different (more creative) costume route. Ugh, I guess the latter is slightly more appealing.
