January 2012
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Actual Conversation with the Cleaning Woman in My New Office
- CW: You look nice today.
- Me: Why, thank you.
- CW: I like that sweater. Now, you're not as old as me. Where'd you get that?
- Me: Nordstrom Rack.
- CW: Oh, well when I was your age we used to wear those. How old are you?
- Me: 26.
- CW: Oh I was younger than that. But you look nice. Very casual and cute but professional.
- Me: Thank you. I'm meeting some friends after work so I thought I should look half way decent in case there was a cute boy around.
- CW: Oh. You're not married? (Look of pity.) Well, you're young you have time.
- Believe it or not this is actually the first time I've had someone say that to me. I feel like I've officially reached an old age. I could be a character on Sex and the City now.
I had a couple of glasses of white wine before improv class last night.
I’m going to blame this for my lack of shame when I heard myself say, “Oh, Sierra is great. She’s totally my girl crush.” Yes, Sierra is a classmate and was in the room.
Owning it.
Upon a brief review of my Facebook newsfeed, I rediscovered something I already knew deep down.
There are way too many Republicans in my family.
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I’m not politicking. I’m Heigl-bashing.
Nighttime reading: a book on charm originally published in 1938.
“For though that woman may be as nature made her, she will look colorless among her brightened-up sisters.”
Yeah, this deserves an essay.
So, I've just finally started watching The Walking Dead.
Now - call me crazy - but doesn’t having unprotected sex in a zombie apocalypse seem like an unintelligent decision to make? I mean, I’m sure being two hot living people without a taste for brains must bring people together, but reproducing can’t be safe.
My mom called me giggly.
That’s when I knew I was drunk.
