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1. being a personal assistant is simultaneously the most and least glamorous job ever. my boss lara is pretty fabulous. but also a little bit insane i am thinking.
tonight i went to a bar with her to meet up with some artists she is recruiting for this benefit art auction thing. she introduced me to people by saying something like, "this is katrina, my personal assistant and also an established woman in her own right." it kind of made me adore her.
i was talking to this one man a lot because he was pretty flamboyant, and i found it endearing. he asked my age, and when i told him i was twenty he just kind of stared for a moment and then said, "you still have your whole life ahead of you." it made me feel really young. but maybe not in a bad way.
2. a. for a while now, i have been yearning for a man to sleep in my bed. i think it probably started when i moved to brooklyn in august and finally upgraded to a full size mattress. it feels like i am inevitably freezing whenever i am trying to fall asleep. so maybe it's just the idea of shared body heat that's appealing. also, who doesn't like cuddling?
in any case, i finally got my wish last night, and after tossing and turning for hours, my appreciation for sleeping alone has increased tenfold.
(one exception: jon, if you are reading this, i still really miss sleeping with you.)
b. in related news, doing anything remotely sexual with other guys makes me miss him a lot. this is more worrisome than the repeated dreams i think.
3. my dad and i went for coffee tonight, and this man who works as a nurse at a hospital was telling us about one of his favorite patients. she is a 78 year old woman. i don't think he told us why she is in the hospital, but she wears several layers of blankets around her head as shawls because she is cold all the time. the other night he went into her room to see if she needed anything before his shift ended.
"i need you to bring a bucket next to my bed," she told him.
"do you feel like you are going to be sick," he asked.
"no, i just need a place to store my dreams."
tonight i went to a bar with her to meet up with some artists she is recruiting for this benefit art auction thing. she introduced me to people by saying something like, "this is katrina, my personal assistant and also an established woman in her own right." it kind of made me adore her.
i was talking to this one man a lot because he was pretty flamboyant, and i found it endearing. he asked my age, and when i told him i was twenty he just kind of stared for a moment and then said, "you still have your whole life ahead of you." it made me feel really young. but maybe not in a bad way.
2. a. for a while now, i have been yearning for a man to sleep in my bed. i think it probably started when i moved to brooklyn in august and finally upgraded to a full size mattress. it feels like i am inevitably freezing whenever i am trying to fall asleep. so maybe it's just the idea of shared body heat that's appealing. also, who doesn't like cuddling?
in any case, i finally got my wish last night, and after tossing and turning for hours, my appreciation for sleeping alone has increased tenfold.
(one exception: jon, if you are reading this, i still really miss sleeping with you.)
b. in related news, doing anything remotely sexual with other guys makes me miss him a lot. this is more worrisome than the repeated dreams i think.
3. my dad and i went for coffee tonight, and this man who works as a nurse at a hospital was telling us about one of his favorite patients. she is a 78 year old woman. i don't think he told us why she is in the hospital, but she wears several layers of blankets around her head as shawls because she is cold all the time. the other night he went into her room to see if she needed anything before his shift ended.
"i need you to bring a bucket next to my bed," she told him.
"do you feel like you are going to be sick," he asked.
"no, i just need a place to store my dreams."