Andrea Rosen.

Photobucket I live and work in Brooklyn, New York. You can find me all over the internet, like here, here, or here.



Nice things people have said about me:



"You were deemed 'good to have around.'" -a coworker



"You look like you should be in a catalogue selling Brooklyn." -a roommate



"You think you're a lot funnier than you actually are." -an ex-boyfriend



"Don't put this in your blog." -my mother
July 6
Back from a week in Cape Cod! It was mostly foggy, sometimes rainy and a little sunny, plus I had a root canal and my sister was really stressed out because she’s in the middle of packing for a three month trip to Central America with her boyfriend. Still, a relaxing time away from the city during which I exercised and read three (three!) books because I’m a better human being when I’m away from the internet.
Back from a week in Cape Cod! It was mostly foggy, sometimes rainy and a little sunny, plus I had a root canal and my sister was really stressed out because she’s in the middle of packing for a three month trip to Central America with her boyfriend. Still, a relaxing time away from the city during which I exercised and read three (three!) books because I’m a better human being when I’m away from the internet.
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Dad ascends the scary steep steps from the beach.
Dad ascends the scary steep steps from the beach.
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Nature walk with Mom.
Nature walk with Mom.
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With my sister Luisa and my favorite golf course bunny. (Previously)
With my sister Luisa and my favorite golf course bunny. (Previously)
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Dad and Mathias with their catch.
Dad and Mathias with their catch.
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Our colony of cottages in Wellfleet.
Our colony of cottages in Wellfleet.
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Loading up the kayaks on our last day.
Loading up the kayaks on our last day.
July 5
Birdfight Part 1: I saw some birds fighting by our cottage in Cape Cod, so naturally, I documented it. Note the racial undertones of black birds versus white birds. Nature!
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Birdfight Part 2: In which my dad serves as chief bird species correspondent and my mom makes a lot of background noise.
July 4

I had a root canal while on vacation.

Spent the week in Cape Cod with my family and by Wednesday, found myself toe up in the dentist’s chair with searing tooth pains. Abcess of tartar sauce? No, infection from a filling I had replaced last year. My dentist was this smug son of a bitch who wore black scrubs and smirked through fluorescent veneers as he gave me the prognosis. An emergency root canal was scheduled for the next day and I don’t have dental insurance but I do have the insurance that gets me a bottle of Vicodin for ten dollars so I stayed really doped up for the next 24 hours and ate three chocolate puddings and four bowls of Cream of Wheat.