My name is Olive. I’m a 24 year old Wasian who talks and writes entirely too much. I’m currently employed as an in-house copywriter under the Vanity Fair Corporation in New York City with past experiences at O, The Oprah Magazine and Calvin Klein Inc.
And you know what else?
I’ve got stories. Lots of them.
Because I’ve written everyday for the last 10 years collecting these bad bitches along the way.
So I decided to create a storytelling blog about “All Of The People” that have inspired, amazed and mostly humored me through my journey of life thus far. Hence “Olive The People.”
But only because.
I want to be the person that makes you feel uncomfortable in your cubicle/in public because you’re laughing so damn hard.
I want to be the person that makes you think about this shenanigan called life. And then make you think about it again. Just.a.little.bit.differently.
I want to be the person that makes you crave adventure, revel in amusement and become addicted to inspiration.
Just appreciate the people that do.
I want to be your damn friend.
Because I think we’d be awesome at that.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is.
My name is Olive, and I believe in living a life worth writing about. And hell, one worth reading about too. I’m having the time of my life, and you’re welcome to join me.
I’ll be honest. In the beginning of my blog endeavors, I fully anticipated adding a “Frequently asked questions” tab…until I swiftly realized that there is only 1 question… that I’m ever…frequently asked And it is this: “Olive, where the hell do all of these stories come from?” Rewind. December 18th 2004 She handed me this package … Keep reading →
January 5th 2012 . She had one extra ticket. . For a movie screening in downtown Manhattan. She kept one for herself. And she offered the extra one to me. I said yes. I met Leah at the corner of Houston and E l … Keep reading →
May 10th 2013 . “FREE CHEESECAKE” . These potent words struck the hearts of every co-worker near and far as they echoed t h r o u g h my office hallways and into > the ears of my fellow,ever hungry employees. Myself definitely included. . The story is this. . … Keep reading →
May 14th 2013 . Hey, it’s me. . What’s that? Am I hitched yet? . WHOA WHOA WHOA . STEP OFF. . No wait hold on come back. . Listen. I’m going to get my ass hat self married in a jif. Don’t you worry your little marital self. It’s just that, I’ve been really … Keep reading →
May 10th, 2013 “Hi I’m Olive (*Hiiiiiii Oliveeeeee*) and my fun fact is I um…I uh likeeee…. (WHAT THE FUCK JUST SAY SOMETHING YOU FOOL)…bananas?” . NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. . I’d like to tell you this story isn’t true. In fact, I’d love to tell you that this never happened to me at all. But alas, there … Keep reading →
March 23rd, 2011 Everyone stood in complete silence after he shoved her into the dining room table and watched as she tOpPlEd onto the wine-stained floor. . “You’re crazy!” She told him. “You’re crazy and you need help. And no one likes you anyway.” . This was not the way they intended the party to … Keep reading →
May 3rd 2013 We need to talk. . You’re about to graduate. And you, my friend literally CANNOT HANDLE THAT SHIT. . . Well tough peaches. . This shit’s going down. . No matter how many beers you chug. Or bagels you eat. Or frat guys you spoon. . This shit is still.going.THE FUCK. down. … Keep reading →
April 30th, 2013 I’ve collected the most recent batch of weirdos. . Just for you bitches. . My Craig’s List Commentary 6 starts in . 5 . 4 . 3 . Oh fuck it: Did you leave a prosthetic leg on the bus this morning? - (Yup.) . I found a prosthetic leg wearing a Lucchese … Keep reading →
April 24th 2013 . He was going away. . “I’m Leaving New York City. For good.” He said. ”…At least I am for now. “ . raised We our glasses . Shane, Meg and I. At a restaurant on the lower east side named … Keep reading →
October 11th, 2010 . I remember sitting at the table with a cinnamon roll and a glass of milk. . The table was long, pieced with glossy white tiles, and trimmed with a maple wood frame. . . . . I didn’t eat the cinnamon roll. . I just remember watching the icing spill over … Keep reading →
April 19th 2013 Happy Birthday! . . A.k.a. . Happy – I exist because my rents apparently didn’t wrap it and I feel weird about that but I guess it’s all good because now I’m all alive and shit – Day . Happy – Put cake in my face – Day .. Happy – Was … Keep reading →