Andrea Rosen.





I live and work in New York, 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 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.