I used to listen to this when I was in high school.
Mild passions ignite!
--Cathy
March 3, 2011
February 28, 2011
Mild moments in history.
Today, my friend, Nikki and I compared the Rhianna "only girl" and Kie$ha "blow" video to see which one was more surreal. I think it's a tie because they are both the opposite of mild in very different and complicated ways.
Speaking of Rhianna, I may be 30 years old, but last night when I was DJing, I put on a very popular Rhianna song (as if there is another kind) and immediately some guy grabbed me to start dancing. It was as un-mild as I can get and probably still fairly mild.
A friend had to coax me out of the house on Wednesday to go to an art opening and I told myself "As long as I can get a burrito afterwards, I'll go."
I took my astrologer's advice and started writing letters to EVERYONE in my life. Unfortunately, I know a lot of people and there have been a lot of things left unsaid. This could take me awhile.
On my days off, I just want to live in my pajamas.
Someone I know won an Oscar tonight and for some reason, this makes me feel old. Like, I'm old enough to know someone who won an Oscar = total adulthood.
Today, Nikki and I went to get tea and salad (MILD) at a local cafe and she forced us to take THE SECRET LANGUAGE OF RELATIONSHIPS book with us. So mild, so hilarious especially since there is no concealing it--it's HUGE. So Girls Gone Mild.
I may have gone to sleep at 9:30pm on last Friday night.
A letter I wrote to an ex has been turned into a monologue being performed to sold out audiences every night for a month in Chicago. My pain is mildly popular.
I've been wearing something that looks suspiciously like a rasta hat this week. Mildly bad fashion choices.
Friends are trying to set me up with someone who lives IN ANOTHER STATE. Mildly depressing?
Had a brunch meeting this morning with a cartoonist friend of mine who is going to TURN ME INTO A CARTOON. For a DJ flyer anyway.
This video changed Mild Lives:
You know you're mild when you're upset about the cat food you just purchased going on sale the next day.
You send photos of yourself DJing to your entire family = MILD.
You are worried that your bad review of a Motel 6 stay (Mildly CHEAP) hurt the manager's feelings = MILD.
Until the next bit of mildness,
Cathy
Speaking of Rhianna, I may be 30 years old, but last night when I was DJing, I put on a very popular Rhianna song (as if there is another kind) and immediately some guy grabbed me to start dancing. It was as un-mild as I can get and probably still fairly mild.
A friend had to coax me out of the house on Wednesday to go to an art opening and I told myself "As long as I can get a burrito afterwards, I'll go."
I took my astrologer's advice and started writing letters to EVERYONE in my life. Unfortunately, I know a lot of people and there have been a lot of things left unsaid. This could take me awhile.
On my days off, I just want to live in my pajamas.
Someone I know won an Oscar tonight and for some reason, this makes me feel old. Like, I'm old enough to know someone who won an Oscar = total adulthood.
Today, Nikki and I went to get tea and salad (MILD) at a local cafe and she forced us to take THE SECRET LANGUAGE OF RELATIONSHIPS book with us. So mild, so hilarious especially since there is no concealing it--it's HUGE. So Girls Gone Mild.
I may have gone to sleep at 9:30pm on last Friday night.
A letter I wrote to an ex has been turned into a monologue being performed to sold out audiences every night for a month in Chicago. My pain is mildly popular.
I've been wearing something that looks suspiciously like a rasta hat this week. Mildly bad fashion choices.
Friends are trying to set me up with someone who lives IN ANOTHER STATE. Mildly depressing?
Had a brunch meeting this morning with a cartoonist friend of mine who is going to TURN ME INTO A CARTOON. For a DJ flyer anyway.
This video changed Mild Lives:
You know you're mild when you're upset about the cat food you just purchased going on sale the next day.
You send photos of yourself DJing to your entire family = MILD.
You are worried that your bad review of a Motel 6 stay (Mildly CHEAP) hurt the manager's feelings = MILD.
Until the next bit of mildness,
Cathy
February 23, 2011
Girls go mild for thai food.
My friend, Kate and me at Jitlada in Hollywood discovering how mild it is to stare into someone's eyes long enough to notice what color they are.
Mmmild!
--Cathy
February 22, 2011
Girls Gone Mild sometimes...
fall asleep at 9pm on a Friday night simply because the heater was turned on and it was so warm and toasty.
Tonight, I proclaimed I was like the opposite of heroin chic. I said "I wear soft vintage dresses and feel guilty if I don't wash my face before I go to bed."
Girlzzz gone mild.
--Cathy
February 15, 2011
I am sorry I didn't spend Valentine's Day with you.
I realize Mild Girls might have needed their Mild Leader (kidding) on such a dreaded day, but here's the deal: I WAS DEATHLY ILL from last Friday until well, I'm still not well today.
But I felt so bad Friday and Saturday, that even feeling kind of bad today feels ABSOLUTELY GREAT.
I will tell you how a Mild Girl spent Valentine's Day in the 30th year of her life:
Sober and PMS-ing while watching THREE episodes of THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF BEVERLY HILLS with a GAY MALE FRIEND after having spent all day sick in bed, watching and pondering DEXTER's feminism and then taking a break to buy cat food and have a 90-minute appointment WITH MY ASTROLOGER.
Yes, people. That is what I did on Valentine's Day. REAL SHOCKER I know.
So here's a belated Valentine to all of you--my Mild shopping list for tonight:
27lb of cat litter
Sleepytime Herbal Tea
Cosmo magazine.
HAPPY "THANK GOD IT'S OVER", DAY.
Mild in the streets!
--Cathy
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