More Life Updates

Since the last time I wrote FD ran into MVP in Miami at Art Basel and she told me he kept talking about me. He and I started talking again but that quickly went to shit and I told him to go f**k himself, called his ex a hood rat with half a brain that needed him as a meal ticket and called him pathetic repeatedly. This conversation took place on December 14, when I found out that he wasn’t going to take me to the Swedish House Mafia concert at Madison Square Garden and no longer had any use for him.

I went to the concert with MVP, SM (this realllly pretty girl I went to law school with, she graduated this past May, and SM’s boyfriend. The concert was awesome, everyone was super trashed and super nice and I just kept dancing.

After the concert MVP’s drunk ass decided to be annoying and throw a shit fit with her bf. She thought he was hanging out with another girl so insisted on going over there, he kept shutting her down and she kept making up stories of how she wanted to go over because she was sick. At this point I was annoyed and just called him and told him I was bringing her over because she was throwing up and I couldn’t take her home because her mom was awake. I know I’m such a good friend.

I can’t deal with her and her boyfriend anymore. He cheats on her, she obsesses over it and then they go on vacation and repeat. He’s 42, people don’t change, especially old people, so if you can’t deal with it then leave.

SM and I went to Abe & Arthur’s on Thursday with this promoter I know. He wanted us to go to SL with him afterwards but we wanted to go to see Bob Sinclar at Lavo instead so we just snuck away as the group was going into SL while laughing and saying “done and dash. Yes, we are horrible people. Lavo was fun. Bob Sinclar looked miserable being there and pretty much played the Swedish House Mafia set from their concert.

I also met a normal guy my age through SM and this other guy from law school. The guy asked for my # and never texted. It’s like why did you ask? I didn’t really flirt with you because I don’t really care at the moment sooo why bother? I think the guy from school might have mentioned that I’m a total bitch so that’s probably why.

At the moment I’m at LAX connecting for my flight to Sidney! I can’t wait to see my London bf, who FD introduced me too. Actually that’s a lie, I don’t really care about him either. I can’t wait to chill out.

xx
Chloe B.

“Inspiration”

If you are expecting a post on things that inspire me or how you can find inspiration this is NOT it. In fact this is the exact opposite – it’s bashing people who sit on the internet and talk about inspiration. This rant is dedicate to my former friend/friend/I don’t know what we are L. L has taken it upon herself to bombard facebook, twitter, tumblr and all things internet with her current search for inspiration. She’s not seeking inspiration or advice from the rest of us but instead she is sharing videos of other people talking about what inspires them and how they found themselves. These are basically motivational speeches. If you know me you know where I stand on motivational speeches. My stand on motivational speeches is the same as my stand on religion (if you are easily offended now is the time to tune out/sorry for offending anyone) – they are for the weakest link. You see I was raised by two engineers who grew up in communism and thus don’t believe in god but rather science. These two people moved to a whole new country when they were in their 30′s/40′s, where they didn’t know anyone and didn’t speak the language and ended up a success story so thus they believe that individuals are capable of achieving their goals on their own without the imaginary man in the sky there to guide them. Therefore, I was raised under the impression that if I fail at something it’s because I either didn’t try hard enough or I didn’t want it badly enough. I also have this whole theory on how there is a bigger picture that we don’t see and that certain events happen or don’t happen as part of the scheme of that bigger picture but that’s not a belief in religion but more of a belief in the universe. Believing in fate or the universe I think is different from believing in god, I don’t know if that makes sense to you or if I’m explaining myself correctly.

Anyway, back to my original rant – I don’t understand what posting these videos does for her. It actually makes me dislike her because the whole idea of seeking inspiration through videos on the internet seems so phony and then going further and sharing the fact that you do this with the rest of us makes you seem pretentious. Additionally, I personally see inspiration as something artistic and when I feel “artistic” I go walking around outside or go to a gallery or to a museum…I don’t go on line. And now I’m going back to studying for my health law final.

xx

Chloe B.

Life Update

FD (old guy) and I kind of started hanging out again in early November. We were supposed to meet up from 8 to 10 on November 10th and then I had to meet up with RK, who was here from Paris who FD constantly accuses me of hooking up with. I showed up an hour later, he wasn’t ready and somehow I ended up cancelling on RK after FD threw a hissy fit that if I made plans with him I should stay with him. We went to dinner with this French girl and this other old guy. After dinner the other old guy invited these 2 young guys from London to come to Lavo with us. One of the guys, OP, and I hit it off from the start but he wasn’t being too flirty because he didn’t know my status and I kept it toned down because I didn’t want FD to notice. Before we left Lavo I told OP to facebook friend me but he never did. FD and I went home, he tried to have sex with me but I shut him down. Oh and at dinner FD yelled at me because I wouldn’t eat my food since his hadn’t come out yet and my food was getting cold. Uhm ok dad.

Then I was kind of just being moody and he wasn’t paying attention to me but we went out to dinner again on the 15th. Then we went back to his place and watched TV and got into a fight. He’s like we’re not compatible bla bla. Then he told me were going to put the yellow light on because he didn’t see this ending well and I was reminding him of his crazy ex gf. Then he invites me to his birthday party which was this past Saturday at his townhouse. I went with MVP and this girl SM, who I went to law school with who’s super pretty. We all got super drunk. This artist who had done some paintings that were hanging in the house was there and he made me a little painting which was super cool. All of FD’s friends hit on me. The two young guys from London were also there and OP told me to just facebook friend him. At the end of the party I was looking though FD’s camera and saw that he had gone to the Cure concert with his ex the night before but “they’re just friends” and “he didn’t sleep with her” – yeah and I was born yesterday.

I ended up going home with FD and I did a little birthday after party for him ala pink wig, thigh highs and this ridiculous teddy I ordered on line. In the middle of the night he went downstairs to put water in the humidifier so I decided to go through his phone. He has whats app but he never whats app’s me so I opened the app and saw that his only conversation was with his ex. What’s app has a button on it that allows you to email the entire chat history to someone – so I emailed a years worth of texts to myself. I was waiting for the email to send so I could delete it when he came upstairs. He goes “are you looking through my phone” and I of course said no and he then gives me the perfect excuse and says “is your iphone parked over there too?” and I replied with “yeah I’m trying to put it in the charger but I can’t see anything”. Uhm I’m in law school, why would you hand me the perfect excuse on a silver platter? Then he gets into bed and I’m hugging him so that he can’t grab his phone and he goes “why is your heart beating so loud?” and I go “it’s not, I’m just little so it feels louder” – I know that was a stupid excuse but I had to think quick. Then he started falling asleep so I get up and next to the phone is a glass we fill with water – I grab the glass, grab his iphone and go downstairs , I went into the bathroom and deleted the email I sent. Went back upstairs and put the phone and the glass down. I don’t know if he saw but I think he would have flipped out if he knew so I think I’m good. The next day I read an entire years worth of messages but the weird part is that there’s a gap from when we were seeing each other in September and I know she was messaging him.

OP facebook chatted me yesterday. He’s going to be in Australia at the same time as me and invited me to go sailing on their boat. He also asked me if I went home after the party – of course I did.

I gave the old guy his walking papers yesterday but I don’t think he understood. I texted him when I’m nice you’re not interested when I have an attitude you’re not interested I dress up for you you’re not interested I think I’ve exhausted all my options have a good one and he writes back “silly, Im sorry I live my life the best I can and often find myself overwhelmed” “I appreciate you” …I read it and was like uhm you’re a moron and didn’t reply.

Also the texts show he didn’t tell me the whole story but most of it and both him and his ex are crazy. Also there were pictures and one was her at some lingierie shoot (she’s a lingeire model) and I recognized it becuase it was from the site that I ordered the lingeire I wore for his birthday after party. MVP’s bf was right his ex looks dirty and she’s nuts.

xx

Chloe B.