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-work...

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...

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 ...