Just Misty

Random Post But I Love It. I wish I worked for Buzzfeed and need to find out if I can freelance for it. I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to be an author...I have several unfinished projects and several finished ones as well. I love being single, not sure if that's because I am just really good at it or... I also love to make out, so that makes the single part a weird love I have big boobs and they drive me effing crazy, for example, I was walking down Wilshire Blvd in BEVERLY HILLS today and my button on my denim shirt....had bust open so I was showing all the cars a full-bust-show.  You're welcome men in Mazerati's, Bentley's, and others. You are welcome. I drive a VW Bug, and I feel like I own the world because of it.  I have wanted one since I first laid eyes on them. I LOVE beer. Love it.  I just need to broaden my palette. I am currently listening to How Can You Mend A Broken Heart, by Al Green, it depresses me none, but I am not sure why I am listening to it. I

The gym. Everyone dreads going but we do it, I wake up and really battle myself thinking, do I HAVE to go?  But then if I do, I feel great and I do best in my weeks that have a routine.  If you go to the gym in Hollywood, right down the way from the hand-prints in front of Chinese Grauman's and you walk outside you immediately see these things: The 'Stars' on the sidewalk, a homeless individual, or 12 of them, someone dressed in a knock-off Batman suit ready to start their day of being "famous", a bus emptying out tourists, and then those that just live there and are walking to get coffee, like me. LA Fitness in Hollywood houses SEVERAL beautiful men, I work out with one of them in fact, lucky me. However, the majority of them are, well, let's just say not interested in what I have to offer them, gender wise.  It's good for my friend, bad for me.  But it doesn't hurt for me to gaze...which I do, and sometimes I have to realize that they can

I despise this ever present feeling that I get in the pit of my stomach, on the daily.  It's just there.  I don't know why, I cannot explain it.  I don't know where it stems from.  I don't know what it means.  I am happy and love every day that I live, I love my direction.  I am not convincing myself that this is where I am supposed to be, I just feel it.  So why do I feel like this? Do you ever feel like you relish in being able to help others with their life problems, issues, moves, happy's, sad's, so you don't have to face your own?  I don't feel like I have a lot of problems but when everything is going right with everyone in my life I have a chance to stop and look at me, and then I get scared, nervous and stressed.  It affects my overall demeanor, I probably get bitchy.  I probably get snarky.  And I require a lot of alone/quiet time. What is my plan?  What are my goals? Where do I want to be in a few years, next week, in 3 months?  Is it bad t

My biggest fear is that I will forget my memories. Whether they be fond, happy, sad, angry, or confusing memories, I don't want to forget them. Hence the reason one blogs perhaps?  Definitely one of the several reasons why I re-started blogging.   Since October my life has been such a cluster.  A blurred-together-all-in-one-cloud--- life.  I can't differentiate what I did in November with what I did in February.  That is not said negatively.  I have enjoyed every moment, adventure, conversation, dinner, drink, walk, hike, drive, experience and discovery that I have encountered.   Someone said to me the other day, "don't just survive, live."  And then I realized, I am living, even though it may look like I am just surviving sometimes.  Although I look at my life and think, I am 28, I live in a tiny studio apartment with no parking, I have a Los Angeles address, I have no significant other, I don't have 35 different friends to hang out with on weeken

Dear                      , This is a letter to whomever it concerns.  It is a letter to my younger self, to my future self, to my friends, to my family, to the people that I adore with all my heart, to the people that I want to see the light, to the people that have come and gone, to anyone that has the patience to put up with my ADD writing. Almost 3 decades in this world and what have I learned?  How does one even start this. Boys are annoying when you're 16, they're still annoying when you're 28, however you can definitely tolerate their behavior with some experience under your belt. "Hooking-up", has several meanings. If you have morals, stick with them but cut loose from time-to-time.   If you want to be happy, you have to do what will make you happy.  If that means giving up some HUGE THINGS, then that means giving up some huge things. If you love someone, be with them. Be brave.  All it takes is four seconds of gumption to face a fear, do it.