I just lost a HUGE entry. It was chock full of stuff about OD coming back and my mixed feelings about that and how everyone is revealing their identities and how I don’t want to because I do stupid shit. If you know me in real life (or even social media “real life”) it’s because I trust you implicitly. This diary is my safe space. My safe place. I know I can write about the stupid shit that I do and I know I’m going to make many, many more mistakes in life. If I reveal my identity, then how can I ever feel truly safe in a writing space like this?
Anyway. I also wrote about blowing it out on Friday with Maria…having a blast at a fancy pants place, drinking and dancing and even flirting with the old school singer. I had too much bubbly on top of not eating and ended up very wobbly. Got home (Maria drove) just in time to get sick. Neat, huh? See…I told you I’d keep up with the stupid shit.
And I also wrote about going out with Cindy last night to an art gallery opening that was simply a JOY. I had a wonderful time and was thankful for the reason to get my hungover self into the shower and gussied up and smelling right. Heh.
And THEN! I wrote about the real live date that I have scheduled tonight with Steve McQueen! I can’t even tell you how excited I am. He’s the real deal - asking me to dinner in a beautiful old part of town and live jazz afterwards. I was starting to get used to date requests like, “meet me at the taco joint?” or “Mimosas at my place?” (aka. I’ll get you drunk if you’ll give me a blow job). So to get asked out on a proper date is giving me the squishies.
So damn. I lost an entry, but you get the gist from above, I guess. Just hated losing it and didn’t give you allllll of the descriptive details.
Hope your weekend is going well!
xox,
GS
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