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
September 23

Put on your party pants.

My birthday is just around the corner (no it’s not, it’s still over a month away. It is just around tons of corners). Last year’s birthday celebration was a pretty lackluster affair in a bar I didn’t like that much, where I watched a lot of unnatural mingling (namely, my boss and my high school prom date making small talk).

It set the tone for the whole year: twenty-two was mostly dissatisfying and uncomfortable and spent in bars. I did a lot of dumb and embarrassing things, like making terrible financial choices and not taking proper care of myself and signing an online petition for the DVD release of Party of Five.

So by that logic (the quality of my birthday parties is directly related to the quality of the respective years they precede), I would like to have a really terrific party this year that includes good people, responsible choices and maybe a PO5 viewing party if me and 1,462 other losers finally have our voices heard by Hollywood.