i'm deborah. i am 28 and have lived in nyc for nearly seven years. illustration and writing motivate me. i love toys, karaoke, cheese, dressing like i'm from the 40s, good grammar, and homemade scrapbooks.
(all sketches and drawings are original and owned by me.)
contact: deborahjsabat [at] hotmail [dot] com
a good friend of mine just happened to find out (via the internet) that the guy she’s been seeing for about two months is married. or, rather, barely divorced - but this is negligible given that they spoke about past relationships, and this one particular relationship had coincidentally been omitted from his stories.
considering the fact that for the most part, my (close) friends and i are pretty good at reading people, it never ceases to shock me when others manage to surprise us in inconceivable ways. over the last year and a half, i’ve seen people - both friends and significant others - behave in ways i never realized humans could. it’s particularly ironic when i think about how supposedly, the older you get, the better you get at dealing with the world. and here we are, late twenties, discovering things about people that we hadn’t entertained as real possibilities.
more on this later…
i’m not sure why big office buildings can never get it right with the thermostat. there is no such thing as “comfortable” here but, instead, just swelteringly still air or frostbite. shouldn’t there be some sort of evolutionary learnings by now?
i guess this is just one of those areas that stays frozen on the progress-o-meter.
the roy g biv school of fish
i’m sure we’ve all had those days where several people disappoint us - probably without meaning to but, by acting inconsiderately, they effect the disappointment. i feel like i’m always treading that tightrope between being able to brush off the little things that don’t really matter in the grand scheme, and being rightfully frustrated when the situation calls for it. though, i guess when enough of those little things pile up, the treading turns into a fall - over to the side of frustration.
one of these days i’ll get the balance-act right.
i can’t remember if i took this photo or not. (and i have a really good memory.)
vain veggies, to join my furious fruit.