25 6 / 2013
I went out downtown with Fred Astaire. I was really nervous and felt guilty because Brandon didn’t know I was hanging out with Fred Astaire. Fred was petite and very sweet. I kept trying to summon enough courage to tell him that Finian’s Rainbow was one of my favorite movies ever. We went out for drinks and I got tipsy and we started dancing around street poles and in the street like we were in an old musical. I ended up getting really, really dizzy and kept falling down into the street and was so embarrassed but he was really nice about it. I wrote a Facebook status that said “Went downtown for drinks and dancing with Fred Astaire! Having the best time!”.
We were out of town for a Prudential conference and Fred Astaire came along. He intimated that he’d like me to become his mistress. I was nervous and didn’t really respond. He kept taking me out for drinks. We all met downstairs for a group breakfast and I forgot to get dressed so I was wearing a grey t-shirt, no bra and no pants. I caught my reflection in a window and was embarrassed about how messy my hair was. Fred Astaire came over and put his arm around my shoulders and told me I looked lovely.
14 6 / 2013
Because I’m 26 years old and when my mom introduced me to her incredibly kind, smart boyfriend I acted like a brat then got drunk then cried the entire way home
14 6 / 2013
Excited to go to my psychiatrist appointment and hopefully start weaning myself off the monster OCD pill.
Trying to feel fulfilled with what I do.
Trying not to strangle my mom over her broken promise of watching Teddy tonight.
THIS momma needs some adult time with her drunk older friends and kind, obliging husband.
Wondering how my 16 month’s toes get so stinky.