Me & My Crazzzzie Lyfe!!!!!!
~ August 25th 2007 ~
New York
Yup. That’s right. I’m back in the city. And I don’t plan to leave it ever again.
I am completely over the whole mess/disaster/embarrassment that was Mark and me not knowing that I was “the other woman” in his life. Things could be worse, I know that now. I could still be living with my parents in Albany and sleeping in my old bedroom. The disappointed expressions that came onto my mother’s face were just too much to handle. So, I went into the city and went to Freddie’s apartment yesterday morning.
Y’know. That place we used to live and call our home before we were kicked out for one reason or another.
Freddie answered the door in his boxer shorts. He’d fallen asleep on the couch watching 300. I guess that happens when you’ve seen that movie about, well, 300 times. (It’s not my kind of movie, honestly, but Gerard Butler makes me weak in the knees. Oh my!) He seemed surprised to see me.
Freddie: Oh. Uh. Hi.
Me: Hi Freddie. Can I come in? We need to talk.
Freddie: Uh, yeah… Sure.
(We sat down at the kitchen table and I held his hand and put on my sweetest smile.)
Me: Please Freddie. Give me another chance. You’re my best friend. I don’t know anybody else in the city… I should have listened to you about Mark. He wasn’t who I thought he was at all. Just… just please give me another shot. I’ll get a job doing anything. I’m done waiting around for calls that aren’t coming.
Freddie: …I dunno…
Me: Come on, Freddie! Someday you’ll need me for something and I’ll be there for you one hundred percent, I promise. Just let me move back in… I just can’t go back to Albany. My parents are driving me crazy!
Freddie: …Alright, fine. But if you screw this up-
Me: I won’t! I swear I won’t screw this up!
I grabbed him, hugged him, squeezed him and kissed him quickly on the lips before hugging him again. He didn’t say much after that. He just wandered into his bedroom and went back to sleep.
I’m sleeping in my bed and our apartment, once again. It feels so good to be back. We’re going to Albany to get my stuff and bring it back. But on Monday, I’m back on the job hunt. And this time, I’m gonna be a grown-up about it.
~ July 21st 2007 ~
Things could not be worse.
The title explains it all. Things have not been going well for me at all. In fact, I’m writing this from a computer in the local library in the hometown I grew up in. That’s right. I’m not even in New York anymore. I’m in a little nothing town outside of Albany, wondering how the hell things went so wrong. I just don’t get it.
I lost my job after two days. Freddie was furious with me. He said that his superior was even angry with him because he was the one that got me the job in the first place. We got in a big fight and he suggested I move out of our apartment and move in with Mark. I packed my stuff and left. I guess I expected so much more from Mark. But I guess I was so wrong about him from the very beginning. I went to Mark’s place and rang the bell. A gorgeous woman in a tracksuit answered.
Me: Uh… hi. Is Mark home?
Tracksuit: No, he took the dog for a run. May I help you?
Me: (After staring at her for a few seconds) Well, you can start by telling me who you are.
Tracksuit: (While crossing her arms in defense) I’m Mark’s wife. Who are you?
Yes, that’s right. Mark is married. I should’ve known he was too good to be true. God, how could I have been such an idiot this whole time?! Of all the things I dreamt of being, “the other woman” had never crossed my mind.
And now Chanel and I are living with my parents. I’m sleeping in the bed that I used to sleep in every night before I became an adult. And now I’m back here. And single. And friendless. And miserable. I’ve tried calling Freddie a dozen times but he won’t answer the phone. First Freddie, now Mark. Have I always been such a terrible judge of character?
~ July 12th 2007 ~
New Job. Ugh.
I haven’t updated my blog in a few days, I realize that. That is because… I now have a job. Not with a clothing designer or something fabulous like that. No. My job doesn’t even come close to comparing to that.
Freddie got me a job as a temp in the office where he’s working. I’m a temp.
I don’t even know why he would do this to me. Do I look like I know anything about working in an office? God, I hope I don’t. Because everybody in that office is so boring. Same boring suits everyday. Same boring shoes, coats and vacant expressions as they type away on their computers all day, hiding from the world in their cubicles. It’s so depressing. There are only two good things that have come from this stupid job: 1) I have a little money coming in while I wait for that designer to give me a call and 2) I got to buy myself a briefcase. It’s so cute. It’s a little black thing with a gold handle. I got them to add a gold D to the corner for an extra $50. I figure that way, if somebody steals it, I can identify it as mine later. Freddie didn’t seem too impressed by it. He’s being such a jerk lately.
He’s probably still mad because I ditched him on the Fourth of July. Honestly. Grow up, Freddie. The world doesn’t revolve around you.
I had an awesome time with Mark and his friends. We had a barbeque and the afterwards we went to the local baseball field and sat on blankets and watched the fireworks. Mark even brought a bottle of wine and we had a few glasses. It was so romantic. I think this thing with Mark is really going somewhere. I mean, he’s such an amazing guy. I mean, he’s perfect!
~ July 4th 2007 ~
Happy Fourth of July!
My date with Mark last night was so great! We talked all through dinner. Turns out he’s a small town boy too but moved to the city to open his (now very successful) gym/health club/thing. After dinner, we went to a nearby Starbucks and just sat there talking for another hour. It was around 10:30 when I finally said I had to get home, he smiled lead me to his car with his hand on the small of my back. He opened the car door for me and drove me home. He walked me to my door and gave me the softest, sweetest kiss. It was so nice… and it ended up turning into a five minute makeout session. It would probably have gone on longer if Freddie hadn’t opened the door. Mark seemed pretty surprised to see Freddie standing there. This is what was said:
Mark: (to Freddie) Uh, hi. (to me) This is your place, right?
Me: Yeah. Mark, this is-
Freddie: Hi. I’m Freddie. Nice to meet you.
Mark: …Hi. (to me) Delia, who is this?
Me: This is my roommate, Freddie.
(This is when Mark and Freddie gave each other the WORST look I have ever seen.)
Mark: Well, honey, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up around 4.
Freddie: No, we’re going to-
Me: Oh, I’m really sorry, Freddie. I made plans with Mark.
Freddie: (through his teeth) But we go to my dad’s Fourth of July barbeque every year.
Mark: Well, I guess this year, she’ll just have to be missed. (to me) I’ll call you. (while leaving) See y’around Frankie.
After that little encounter, Freddie just stormed into his room and slammed the door. God, he can be such a drama queen sometimes. I don’t know what Freddie was so pissed off about. I know he’s protective of me but he doesn’t even know Mark. This evening, I felt like Mark and I really had a connection, like we’ve known each other for decades. It felt really special. Anyway, he’s taking me to a party tonight at his friend’s place. He lives just outside of the city- get this- on a ranch! How cool is that?! I’m really looking forward to it! And if Freddie chooses to act like a big baby, that’s just fine. He can do what he wants.
No call from the designer yet. Maybe I should give “my people” a call tomorrow, see what the hold up is. This is getting a little discouraging.
~ June 30th 2007 ~
Meeting Mark
I have one word for anybody reading this: FINALLY!
Chanel and I went for a walk in the park this morning and, finally, that Great Dane and his master were there too. Chanel was shy at first so I kind of urged her in the right direction and she finally met lover boy. I introduced myself to the Dane’s owner and he seems pretty nice. He’s an athlete, manages his own gym. How cool is that?! Turns out that he’s been out of the city for a few days, doing some charity run. That’s likely why he hasn’t been in the park all those days! Of course, I didn’t mention the fact that Chanel and I had been looking for him. That’s a little stalkery, I figure. Anyway, his name is Mark. I’ve always liked that name. He asked me if I’d like to go to dinner on Tuesday night and I accepted. I mean, why not? He’s nice, successful, ambitious, attractive… I bet he’s got one hell of a body under that t-shirt. Ooh la la! …Not that I’m the type to be interested in physical appearance at all. I like to think I’m more spiritual than that. A lot more… down-to-earth. Yeah. I’d say I’m like that.
Freddie is in a bad mood this evening. I made supper, told him about my day, he asked me if I’d gotten a call from that designer, I said no, I told him about my date on Tuesday with Mark, he took his plate into the living room, watched Seinfeld, finished supper and has been in his room typing madly at his computer ever since. Was it something I said? He was in his room writing almost all day. He may (or may not) have mentioned a rejection letter when we spoke at dinner. Oh man. I should probably listen more. I guess I’m just too anxious about my date with Mark. Hmm… Maybe Mark has a sister I could hook Freddie up with! Ohmygosh, that would be so perfect! …But what if it doesn’t work out with Mark but Freddie and the sister end up staying together? Oh, gosh. That could make get-togethers totally awkward. But I guess I’m jumping the gun here. I don’t even know if Mark has a sister. Will have to find out on Tuesday.
~ June 29th 2007 ~
Entry #4: Because dog weddings are very in right now!
I’ve been taking Chanel to the park every day- faithfully, I might add- since last Saturday in hopes of letting my lovesick dog see her true love and his owner. And neither of them have been seen since. How am I supposed to marry our dogs and have a little ceremony and buy dog wedding outfits, cakes and decorations from the fashion designers when they won’t do their part! It’s very frustrating! I can even see poor Chanel’s eyes well with tears every time we look around the park and they are simply not there! I mean, seriously. Just meet me half-way!
In other news, Freddie’s job seems to be going well. He generally comes home in a good mood. I think he has a thing for some chicky at the office or something. Ooooh! Freddie’s got a giiiiirlfriend! LOL
No phone call from that designer yet. It’ll be any day now, I’m sure of it.
~ June 24th 2007 ~
Freddie’s new job & Chanel’s crush 
Freddie got the job! He’s working in the mail room at a nature magazine. I guess I made a face when he told me the news. He swears it’s one of those jobs that you can start off at a low-paying position and advance reguarly. He says that the guy who hired him said he had “great potential”. Well, if he has so much potential, he should have given Freddie a job where he could actually show his talents. He’s far too good to be working as a mail room guy. But Freddie seems pretty happy with his new job and that’s all that matters. That- and the fact that we can actually pay the rent this month.
I think Chanel might be in love. I took her for a walk in Central Park today and she barely paid any atention to me at all. She kept trying to follow this guy and his Great Dane. The Great Dane didn’t seem too interested in her though. I’m almost positive that the Dane’s owner noticed me though. I caught him glancing at me a couple times. He’s pretty cute, whoever he was. Maybe I’ll go back to Central Park tomorrow, just so Chanel has a second opporunity to see her crush.
I haven’t got a call from that fashion designer yet. I know it will pretty soon though!
~ June 20th 2007 ~
New Table!
Hahahaha!! We got a new table! Oh, it’s so cute! We got a pretty good deal on it too- $150 at this furniture shop that was closing. Freddie doesn’t like it. Then again, Freddie knows nothing about style or good taste.
“It’s just impractical to have a triangle-shaped dinner table.” That’s what he said! Can you believe it?!
Impractical. He’s completely wrong! In fact, I sat at our new table this morning, sipping an herbal tea, and I felt just like I was sitting in a French café or something. It was delightful! The only bad thing about the table is that Chanel has taken a rather inappropriate liking to one of the legs. Hm… Anybody know how I can stop her from humping stuff? The help would be much appreciated.
Freddie is out at a job interview. I hope he gets it! We really need the money. He asked me when I was going to go out looking for a job. I just shrugged and kept watching Will & Grace with Chanel on the sofa. (She was just sleeping. She wasn’t on the sofa, like she was a few days before.) I’m not just being lazy, I swear. My friend’s aunt’s friend knows somebody who is friends with a fashion designer and I’m getting my name passed down the line. I expect a call any day now! I’m also working on my portfolio. It’s probably the most gorgeous portfolio in all of New York City. I only use the pretty fonts. One look at my beautiful portfolio and I’ll be hired in a second! So, I’m not too worried.
~ June 17th 2007 ~
It’s a “living”.
I’m so proud of myself right now.
I just unpacked the last box of my stuff. I’ve been living in this tiny apartment for over a month and I just unpacked the last box. But it’s done. Good for me. I think I deserve a treat after all my hard work! Maybe I’ll go somewhere and buy myself a new pair of shoes. Ooh. Maybe some sexy new sandals for summer. Ooh la la. Maybe I’ll get dressed up and go out to a club. I would invite Freddie along but he’s become such a pain in the ass for the past week. He never wants to do anything! He’s always busy working on some new novel or an article or something. I actually think he’s just in his room looking up porn or playing video games. I don’t think he likes it here. He’s more of a small town boy. But not me. I love it here and don’t think I’ll ever leave.
Although, our apartment isn’t quite the stylish pad I’d imagined myself living in. Our place is so small with two tiny bedrooms, a small bathroom (with no window- ew.), a kitchenette and a room that is supposed to be a living room but is so small that it shouldn’t be allowed to be considered a full living room. It’s half a living room. It’s a “living”. And the kitchen. Don’t get me even started on the kitchen! It’s not just small, but oddly-shaped so the table has to be angled out so we have to watch ourselves when we walk past it, making sure not to gouge the corner into our stomachs.
Maybe I should be getting a smaller kitchen table, rather than a pair of sexy summer sandals.
At this point, I’m not quite sure what Chanel thinks of the apartment. She’s still not used to Freddie and his smells and keeps wandering into his bedroom whenever he goes in. Then I hear him pushing her out and shutting the door. Plus, she keeps licking the new sofa. Well, I guess it’s not so much new as it is new to her. We bought it at a yard sale and I think the previous owners spilled something on the arm of the sofa and Chanel is apparently in love with it. As long as she doesn’t start humping it. Again. I really just hope that was a one-time thing. Of course, when the land lord saw it, he turned all red and mumbled something about leaving his stove on and he practically ran out. How strange.
About ME:
Model, fashion designer & personal stylist. I live by my own rules- always have and always will. I love: Shoes, handbags, fashion, shopping, makeup and fashion photography. I hate: taking the subway and the color grey. I live in New York with my roommate Freddie and my dog Chanel. Favorite Websites
Prada
Chanel
Valentino
Vera Wang
Calvin Klein
Dolce & Gabbana
