Just Misty

One of my girlfriends is visiting LA this week. I got to spend some time with her last night. She was saying how she came here solely to see four people.  She lived here a year and a half and four people is all she wanted to see.  She said it in a tone that made me interrupt her... she sounded embarrassed almost that she didn't have 95 million friends to see.  I looked at her with my furrow that I know I was doing, and said, "seriously, as we get older it is about quality, not quantity.  You should be happy that you have kept the four people you care about as friends and gain something from them (me being one of them...;)) enough to want to keep in touch at this point in your life."  She looked at me and told me I was absolutely right. I remember when I first got social media sites, like MySpace and Facebook, all during college and it was all I could do to add as many people as I possibly could.  I wanted to have 100's of people as my 'friend.'  I re...

I am no feminist, or at least not an activist for feminism, but I just read the most interesting article.  Someone started a tweet chat where they asked men 16 questions of situations that women experience nearly on the daily- down to texting your friend that you got home safely, because this legitimately is something that women have to do.  It was so interesting to me to see how these things are actually ever present in my everyday life. Being a woman- means you DO have to watch your back, you do have to carry pepper spray, or even a small knife with you.  It means walking on streets late at night that there is a chance for something bad to happen. It means that people can blame your emotions on "that time of the month." THIS is a big one for me.  I am allowed to be upset, cry, or express anything I want via tears or with haste if it is upsetting, and NO it doesn't mean it's that time of the month. It means there is a chance that your ideas at work may be look...

When I was 16- I had my life planned.  I knew exactly where I would be at each age of my future life- I was dumb and naive of course as all girls in high school can be about their future.   I thought this way: age 18-22 college, meet a man obviously, be married right before I graduate, start my job and he start his and just be living the high life 8 years before I turn 30! WOO HOO! I also thought then that I would consider having a baby close to 26 years old, this would give husband & I time to travel(the world, mind you) and enjoy each other's company before starting our family, so here I am all these great achievements before 30.  I also thought that he would have a job that could 100% financially support us because I of course, would want to be a stay at home mom.  I also thought that at 29, we would plan for baby two, unless of course the first round produced twins! Which would be so fun! (I do hope you are hearing my dry sarcasm throughout this paragraph) ...

Currently...in the process of creating my own website.  Don't know it's purpose, don't know why, but it seems like something fun to do with my spare time and it also gives me a need to purchase a computer (besides that I do actually blog, and my job entails blogging now, hello tax write-off!) so I hope in Feb. to walk into an Apple store and get myself a macbook. Anyway beside that- I am currently brainstorming domain names. I obviously need to work Glitter in there, because, of who I am as a person.  If you don't know me...just imagine that everything in my house including my clothes and shoes, has some sort of glimmer, shimmer, sparkle, sequin, rhinestone, or glitter involved.  And out of all those, glitter is my favorite word to describe it. Secondly- I am a spark, my mom has called me sparky, or a spark my whole life.  I can be a smart ass, a bitch, a dry individual, (don't worry I am also sweet).  My comebacks can be delayed but when they do happen, ...

Ok so not a lifetime...but at least nearly a decade of first dates I have been on, that have not amounted to ANYTHING! I am sure you are like, "what's wrong with her...?" I wonder that too. Anyway, so if I were to go all the way back to high school, there would be no first dates because guess what, high school is when I had RELATIONSHIPS! How about that? Several in fact, I had...4 boyfriends. And one situation that was interesting...I mean...what happened as I got older? College hits and single-dom began part way into my freshman year.  Fun!  But not, because all I had ever known was having a boyfriend, so that was a unique, awkward part of my life where I was entering my last year as a 'teen' and trying to figure out independence.  It wasn't until my sophomore year that I branched myself out and met guys.  I am really testing my memory here but I believe I went on about 6 first dates and several other in-between...meaning, meeting a guy at a party a...

You know for only being in NYC a few days, I sure have a lot of 'parts'.  But that is who I am as a person, a lot of 'parts' with a very loud mind but quiet-er demeanor.  I love me. ANYWAY-  I ended on Thursday night, after seeing my fabulous Broadway show! Friday morning rolled around.  I slept HARD Thursday night.  I am not one to sleep through people bustling around a hotel room, I generally wake up.  But I woke up at 10:00AM! My best friend had already headed to work for the day and the other two were almost ready for the day! I jumped out of bed and felt so bad for them not waking me, they said I was sleeping face planted into my pillow and they didn't want to disturb sleep that hard, ha!  Plus, we had only met the day before so, I get it, they didn't know if they should wake me or not. But anyway, I threw myself together and we headed out to find bagels, and wanted to have "Breakfast at Tiffany's".  The bagel hunt was hard!  ...

Oh hey Monday... Like any other day after Sunday you arrive as sure as the sun coming up.  I am usually not a "case of the Mondays" person, I could care less, it's just another day of the week, it just happens to be the first one back to normality and routine after two days of sleeping in, relaxing, drinking, playing, having fun, and not thinking about work, mostly.  Any way, so usually, I don't really get bothered by a Monday. Today- much different.   I fucking hate my upstairs neighbor who may think he is a DJ because I swear all he does is march around, like legit stomping, and playing music with the loudest bass.  I have complained to my landlord more then once in 12 months and I have banged on my ceiling and walls. Last night was the icing on the cake for a mood topper.  I have a lot going on right now and I tried to go to sleep early.  Took a Benadryl(spell check wanted this word to be balladry, wtf!?) but not even that helped....sure enough, ...