May 9, 2011
Url's Gone Mild.
I have been listening to sad country music lately--as if there is any other kind of country music. Just kidding. No, but seriously, I am enjoying a lot of weird 70s folk country stuff. MMMILD.
I was telling a perspective suitor my top 5 favorite films and realized one of them is a HOLOCAUST DOCUMENTARY. I realize while this is the opposite of mild, it's probably also a strange thing to tell someone or try to explain to someone right off the bat. O-M-MILD.
I think you all know about my secret love affair with the Dictionary. It turns out I like looking up absolutely simple words to be reminded of their true meaning since they get so overused and separated from their original intention. Today, I looked up the word "beautiful" because last night this total gentleman told me that is what I was. Mildly "Awww"-worthy. Seriously, IT'S HIP TO BE MILD.
On Saturday, my boss gave me a bouquet of flowers AND a one-hour massage gift certificate as a thank you for all my hard work this academic year. I kid you not, I immediately called the massage place and made an appointment for a massage and recieved it within TWO HOURS of recieving the gift card. MILD MASSAGE MANIA. Yes, please. And ladies, just like a cat will keep you from being depressed, a massage will keep you from being so...MILDLY INSANE.
If you think I post a lot of cat photos here, YOU SHOULD SEE MY FACEBOOK PAGE. No you shouldn't actually, since it is mildly PRIVATE.
Also, my name is Cathy and I might be a CAT SPAMMER. I send my friends photos of my cat ALL THE TIME. While out on a date last night (I know, it's hard to believe, oh Mild Ones, but it's true), the fellow I was with actually started showing me photos of his BROTHER'S CAT on his cell phone. I knew I had met my Mild Match.
Sometimes when people I respect ask me my take on a film, I avoid the subject for a couple of days and then rent it so I can in fact, have an opinion. My love of talking about cinema is a MILD DISEASE.
Meredith Viera crying as she announced she was leaving the TODAY show kind of made me teary eyed this morning. MILDLY HARD FOR EVEN ME TO BELIEVE. But I think the idea of this woman who comes off as super strong and powerful needing to leave a job she seems to love so she can be with her husband who seems extremely ill, was just so mildly sad.
In lighter news, I may have fed my cat a piece of pizza today. And by "may have", I mean, I DID.
On Saturday night, I seriously layed in bed watching THE ACCIDENTAL TOURIST. Mildly catching up on movies I meant to see, oh I don't know, FIFTEEN YEARS AGO.
Oh, tonight my friend Lan and me went out for margaritas. It started raining as soon as we got out of the car and I needed to MILDLY protect my hair from the elements.
Mildest thing a man has said to me today: "I'm not an astrophysicist...YET."
Until next time,
Posted by Cathy at 11:37 PM