I know, you’re dying to know — what’s been happening since March? Hang on, I’ll consult my calendar…
Lots of nannying. These two rich white dudes are surely going to grow into insufferable Los Angeles bros, but for right now they’re just babies, equally likable as poor babies.
Stopped casually seeing the dude I was casually seeing, which made me sad because you should have seen his hair do this sweaty floppy thing when he played guitar. It was a slow death, and then: “I don’t know if it’s just that I’m not 24 anymore, but the last time I liked someone I was just head over heels crazy for them. And I’m not crazy about you. I think I owe it to myself to wait for that feeling.” Ugh, fine.
Dyed my hair blue. Went to some shows, bopped around. Started taking piano lessons. Wrote a bunch stories - or started a bunch of stories, anyway. Sewed a kickass plaid dress. Got a tan.
Asked out a guy I vaguely remembered from an old job after he randomly started liking all my ‘grams. Our first date was at his boss’ house. He made old fashioneds and the red couch in the den kept shedding white feathers. “What do you want to order? I usually get shrimp something and chicken something. Do you still have a husband?” It’s going very well. The sort of well that is annoying to hear about, so I’ll stop there.
Went to DC and ate hot dogs in the woods with my best friends, which is all I wanted for my birthday. Rode an alarming roller coaster at Knott’s Berry Farm. Toured Mark Twain Cave in Missouri with my parents. Went to a wine bar in Omaha where all the women were wearing poly-blend dress pants. Had a picnic at the Getty, slightly warm ham salad and strawberries on a very windy day.
And now it’s today and I’m going to go look at an overpriced tshirt at the Athleta store and I’ll probably buy it because lately I’ve been a real idiot about things like that.