Oh, look, it’s my turn. And judging from that title, I’m already complaining. But I’ve often referred to myself as the sleepiest girl in the world. Ask my boyfriend about how many times I press snooze in the morning. The number is embarrassing. Yeah, I am tired. But I’m also adorable. Sometimes. When I brush my hair.
My name is Daria, I’m currently a mess of turtlenecks and inappropriate shoe choices for the impending winter season. I have moved four times in a single year. From Brooklyn to Florida-Part-One to Florida-Part-Two to New Jersey. You would think I would be really good at the whole moving thing by now. Instead of packing up my last apartment in a timely manner, I watched episodes of Real Housewives (New Jersey, New York and Orange County, natch), ate a lot of popcorn and debated with my best friend about starting a joint blog. The packing was a very last minute thing.
I don’t have any cute baby photos to entice you with. Or Drag Race gifs. But I do have awkward selfies and a vast knowledge of useless pop culture factoids. I’m in my late twenties, I work in digital media, and I’m currently on the quest for the perfect apartment with my boyfriend. It’s our first time moving in together and I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot to compromise on. And don’t worry, I’ll be documenting it here. (Sorry, Josh.)
I’m also a fan of anything cheese, anything interior design and anything celebrity gossip.
I’ve always loved writing. I even went to school for it. Am I writing now? No. Not unless you count the eight hundred scraps of unwritten fiction lingering in every digital drive I have access to. Nothing finished, of course. Who does that? That’s not even a thing. (Don’t tell me it is.)
But this felt like an outlet that could work and could hopefully reach some new people out there. We’ve already seen support from friends and family and my boyfriend (who has no choice). It’s the reach we’ve gotten from people who don’t even have an obligation (like you, Mom) that’s been incredible. Like Ross explained, we’ve always wanted to work together in some capacity. What better way to do that than spill our guts out on the internet?
But seriously, we’re excited. And you should be too, or at least pretend to be, ok? (Thanks, Mom.)