I hate mornings. God help me when I get a job. I do not work well with a 7 a.m. alarm.
Hauled my ass out of bed and hit the gym. Mom and Victoria picked me up at 12 p.m. and the three of us drove to Buffalo for an assortment of errands. Nothing special. Came home around 6 p.m.
Even though she’s my cousin, I still watch what I say around Victoria. Probably not as much as I should, but I’m definitely guarded. I know whatever I say does not remain within the realm of our conversation. It sounds paranoid, but I know all too well how these things work! Bitter? Maybe.
Got dropped off at the Witch Cave, ate too much, and watched too much TV. I managed to do my skin regimen before bed, but that was about it. I’m experiencing that sharp upper-stomach pain again, so it’s not exactly helping my productivity. It’s a total digestion problem and it sucks. At least it’s not that bad tonight. Binge eating definitely doesn’t help the situation.
Talked with Logan a little bit today. I wanted him to read my MOMENTS event description, which I recently finished and think is pretty solid. Logan is the marketing director for a big American media organization, so his opinion on this stuff means a lot. He had some comments, but, overall, he really liked it. I told Logan I liked him and he said the same back to me. My heart melted.
I can’t wait to see Logan. I’m super excited about it in a romantic way, because in my mind I’ve already said I love you and we are happily married. But, there’s a sexual component, too. I want to get fucking rowdy with him. I want to do nasty things to that boy and vice-versa. Tee-hee!
Side note about the Mariah Carey event. I have moments – no pun intended – where I actually become quite nervous about the whole thing. I feel so intimidated by other event coordinators in the city and I want to prove I can do this. But, I’m scared. I can’t tell anyone for the sake of the party, but there’s definitely a lot riding on this for me. My biggest fear is that nobody is going to come. Or that they’ll come and leave after ten minutes. But, we have to stay positive! Me – and all of the people in my head.
Goodnight xo
Time for a little side-story. I took this picture at the gym today and sent it to my mom. It’s an inside joke.
For a few years growing up, my mother employed a Québécois cleaning lady named Amélie who was a bit of a mess. Amélie was an alcoholic, a drug addict, and had her daughter taken away by Child Services. She would also drunk dial our house at all hours, and leave five-minute rants on our answering machine in slurred Franglais. Amélie also had her driver’s license revoked, so my mom would take her to and from her Community Housing apartment on cleaning days.
My mother, being the person she is, looked past all of that and figured stable employment might help Amélie get back on her feet. That, and the fact that Amélie was by far the best cleaning lady she had ever hired.
Without fail, every time Amélie mopped the floor of our house, she would stand at the bottom of our staircase and scream, “WET FLOOOOAAAAARRRRR!” at the top of her lungs. Amélie is long gone, but my mom, brother, and I still laugh whenever we see a “Wet Floor” sign.