What would Carrie do?
I’ve wanted to be a columnist since, like, forever *twirling hair*, a desire which over time has intensified in direct proportion to my addiction to Sex and the City.
Why couldn’t I be like Carrie: i.e. be paid to have a fabulous life in a fabulous place and write fabulous things about it? Well, after years, YEARS(!) I tell you of living vicariously through a fictional character, that dream has finally come true. Woohoo!
I mean, okay, so my life doesn’t comprise wining and dining every piece of hot bun around New York City and instead constitutes whining and dining with my very little hot-headed pieces of bun-dom around the streets of small-town Canada, but…I’m a glass half-full kinda gal.
If you’re super-keen, you can check out the first one here.
Otherwise, please move along: heaven knows I can’t STAND loitering.