He couldn't stop cracking up.
He said I should have a book.
I would love to have a book.
File it M for MILD.
--Cathy
January 31, 2011
Mild variations.
Tonight, I read some of my Girls Gone Mild entries out loud to a best friend.
He couldn't stop cracking up.
He said I should have a book.
I would love to have a book.
File it M for MILD.
--Cathy
He couldn't stop cracking up.
He said I should have a book.
I would love to have a book.
File it M for MILD.
--Cathy
January 27, 2011
All I can do is apologize for not writing more.
Mild Updates
I've been thinking more about exercising, but haven't started doing it. So I try and walk more every day. Less driving, more walking. Mild exercise, but something.
My friend, Heather who was visiting from San Francisco and I spent last Friday night eating a healthy dinner, then drinking white wine while researching our family ancestry. I'm not even joking. MILDLY AWESOME. I love my lady-friends.
Astrologically, my "quest for true love" is finally happening. I guess that's what's going on. I knew something was happening. I just thought it was an earthquake. MILDLY ENTERTAINING.
I got a manicure on my lunch break from work last week. Who needs food when you've got black nail polish and wine?
I spent last Sunday hiking through Griffith Park in the dorkiest workout clothes ever with Nikki. MILD HIKE. Very mild. But still a blast. I am so 30. I love to walk now.
I was invited to a BADMINTON PARTY. I mean, need I say more. MILD!!!
I bought plane tickets to Chicago for Valentines Day and the days that surround it for a few reasons:
1) A bff from high school is performing a monologue I wrote about having my heart trampled on (surprise) in a week or so run at a theater there. I'M PSYCHED. MILD CELEBRITY. Just kidding.
2) I needed somewhere to go on Vday. I can't handle the pressure of that day in a place where I live without that kind of stuff (romance, etc.). It's MILDLY RUNNING AWAY.
I didn't call my ex-boyfriend to catch up. MILDLY INTIMIDATING even though it shouldn't be.
I am mildly obsessed with getting blow outs from this place in L.A. called DRY BAR. $35 + a tip and my hair looks INSANE. Like I'm in a Pantene commercial or Jennifer Aniston's wig. MILDLY BEYOND GIRLY.
My friend, Natalie and I never get to see each other, but when we do, we order an entire pizza for just the two of us. MILDLY PIZZA PARTY.
Monday night is still the night of my favorite DJ night. But I'm trying to be good and only stayed until like 11:45pm this week. MILDLY SELF-IMPOSED CURFEW.
I maybe got a professional tarot card reading this week. MILDLY MAGICAL.
I had a houseguest for two nights in my mini-home. A big gay man on my tiny little couch. MILDLY SLUMBER PARTY STYLE WHEN YOU'RE 30.
My friend shared her Google calendar with me and now I unintentionally know what she's doing ALL the time. MILD BUT SWEET STALKING. No, but we never get to see each other because we're so busy, so at least I know what she's up to and it feels like being in touch. Like, without having talked to her in a week, I know that she's meeting her new boyfriend's parents tomorrow and I'm like OMG. MILD STAYING IN TOUCH.
Tonight, I showed my therapist a picture of my crush and my cat. Not together. Separate pictures. You can quote me on that first part. I mean, it just might be the GIRLS GONE MILD quote of the century. I'll italicize it so you KNOW.
Keep on being mild in the free world,
Cathy
I've been thinking more about exercising, but haven't started doing it. So I try and walk more every day. Less driving, more walking. Mild exercise, but something.
My friend, Heather who was visiting from San Francisco and I spent last Friday night eating a healthy dinner, then drinking white wine while researching our family ancestry. I'm not even joking. MILDLY AWESOME. I love my lady-friends.
Astrologically, my "quest for true love" is finally happening. I guess that's what's going on. I knew something was happening. I just thought it was an earthquake. MILDLY ENTERTAINING.
I got a manicure on my lunch break from work last week. Who needs food when you've got black nail polish and wine?
I spent last Sunday hiking through Griffith Park in the dorkiest workout clothes ever with Nikki. MILD HIKE. Very mild. But still a blast. I am so 30. I love to walk now.
I was invited to a BADMINTON PARTY. I mean, need I say more. MILD!!!
I bought plane tickets to Chicago for Valentines Day and the days that surround it for a few reasons:
1) A bff from high school is performing a monologue I wrote about having my heart trampled on (surprise) in a week or so run at a theater there. I'M PSYCHED. MILD CELEBRITY. Just kidding.
2) I needed somewhere to go on Vday. I can't handle the pressure of that day in a place where I live without that kind of stuff (romance, etc.). It's MILDLY RUNNING AWAY.
I didn't call my ex-boyfriend to catch up. MILDLY INTIMIDATING even though it shouldn't be.
I am mildly obsessed with getting blow outs from this place in L.A. called DRY BAR. $35 + a tip and my hair looks INSANE. Like I'm in a Pantene commercial or Jennifer Aniston's wig. MILDLY BEYOND GIRLY.
My friend, Natalie and I never get to see each other, but when we do, we order an entire pizza for just the two of us. MILDLY PIZZA PARTY.
Monday night is still the night of my favorite DJ night. But I'm trying to be good and only stayed until like 11:45pm this week. MILDLY SELF-IMPOSED CURFEW.
I maybe got a professional tarot card reading this week. MILDLY MAGICAL.
I had a houseguest for two nights in my mini-home. A big gay man on my tiny little couch. MILDLY SLUMBER PARTY STYLE WHEN YOU'RE 30.
My friend shared her Google calendar with me and now I unintentionally know what she's doing ALL the time. MILD BUT SWEET STALKING. No, but we never get to see each other because we're so busy, so at least I know what she's up to and it feels like being in touch. Like, without having talked to her in a week, I know that she's meeting her new boyfriend's parents tomorrow and I'm like OMG. MILD STAYING IN TOUCH.
Tonight, I showed my therapist a picture of my crush and my cat. Not together. Separate pictures. You can quote me on that first part. I mean, it just might be the GIRLS GONE MILD quote of the century. I'll italicize it so you KNOW.
Keep on being mild in the free world,
Cathy
January 20, 2011
Real email thread between my co-worker and I.
Me: "Would you mind going to 7-11 to get ice? I hate buying ice."
Him: "Sure thing. What a weird thing to hate."
Me: "That and hugging."
Him: "And being touched while eating."
Me: "So many things really."
--Cathy
Him: "Sure thing. What a weird thing to hate."
Me: "That and hugging."
Him: "And being touched while eating."
Me: "So many things really."
--Cathy
January 18, 2011
The Mild Girl's Guide to Rocking.
Starring: Electrelane, R.I.P.
I've seriously never seen something more mild that also totally rocks.
--Cathy
I've seriously never seen something more mild that also totally rocks.
--Cathy
January 16, 2011
Sunday cat nap.
This morning, I woke up propped up sitting-in-bed style, the way you find yourself sleeping when you have a cough that keeps you up all night.
I was strangely taking up a lot of space in bed, using a lot more blankets than usual, propping me up in different ways and the first thing I thought of when I woke up was: I hope I didn't squish Earl (my 18-year old cat).
Earl loves to sleep in bed with me (glad someone/something does! Kidding...kind of.) so I knew she must be somewhere in this mess of blankets.
And then I found her.
The devoted pet she is, she was hanging off the one edge of my bed available to her.
So when my single lady friends ask me "Will a cat really make me less depressed?"
I think you know what my answer is.
Keep it mild,
Cathy
I was strangely taking up a lot of space in bed, using a lot more blankets than usual, propping me up in different ways and the first thing I thought of when I woke up was: I hope I didn't squish Earl (my 18-year old cat).
Earl loves to sleep in bed with me (glad someone/something does! Kidding...kind of.) so I knew she must be somewhere in this mess of blankets.
And then I found her.
The devoted pet she is, she was hanging off the one edge of my bed available to her.
So when my single lady friends ask me "Will a cat really make me less depressed?"
I think you know what my answer is.
Keep it mild,
Cathy
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