Just Misty

I have a friend who is currently in the process of writing a book.  I won't disclose details because it's such a great idea I don't want anyone to steal it!  Anyway, I am heavily supporting, encouraging and offering my crazy input, grammar correction, etc. as he writes it.  He's a hilarious writer, I die every time I read an entry even though I know him & am biased, I know other's will love it, find it hysterical, and I can't wait for his world wide book tour and accompanying him, and I know he can't wait either...;) Anyway, in my world, I have been single for a long time.  Ready to mingle, for sure.  But single most definitely.  There have been a few weird in-betweeners, but you could say, safely, that I have not been IN a relationship since I was 19.  A decade, a DECADE of me time, a decade of not knowing what it's like to have someone in my life to call "mine". Or someone to spoil, dote, take me on dates, and all that sappy shit. A dec

So at drinks tonight with one of the best people I know, I got a little inspiration to write. I obviously couldn't steal away and write, or whip out my iPhone right there, (rude). I tucked the inspiration to the back burner and waited until I safely made it to my house. Side note, LA parking is a fucking bitch. I parked on my street, which is always a plus, however, two spots down was a parking sign for, "No parking after 6:30am." So the nervous-don't-want-to-waste-money-on-parking-tickets part of me (I mean who ever wants to risk spending money on parking tickets?!) has set her alarm for 6:18am so she can book it to her car and move it to street parking that's not going to waste her money.  I love my life, but I do not love that I don't have parking at my home, but I must remain calm, this is my first Los Angeles home. This also means I will have to get dressed, FML. Which most definitely includes putting on a bra because lord knows, the "girls" c

So, the sentimental me is reallllllyyyyyy having serious "feels" today.  Tomorrow marks one 12 month, exact, to a tee, year.  365 days, 56 weeks, 12 months, a lot of minutes, hours, blood, sweat, and tears.  OK, no blood, except tiny little bits when I had Juvederm injected into my nose, sweat, absolutely yes, when I screwed up a couple of times, tears, only once, and for a ridiculous reason and well, you know I was having an emotional few days, you understand.  Anyway, after that run-on sentence, it's my one-year-anniversary of my job! That I adore with a whole heart. I have learned SEVERAL things...like that people are crazy in this town and yes, you do actually need botox if you want to continue to look unworried.  And yes, you could use a some bigger (or smaller) boobs. Now this sounds like I work in a superficial world, I do, but it is a fantastic world and also, I work for the BEST practice.  Most down-to-earth-doctor around.  Love my co-workers, love the town.