The ghosts of my past are not just haunting me. They are taunting me. In some garish cosmic test of my strength, it seems everything I have ever done, any job I ever had, any boyfriend I ever loved, any friend I betrayed, have all come crashing back into my life with unavoidable velocity, and I fear my hiding place has been discovered. Damn Facebook, and Twitter, and the social communication revolution for reminding me of all my mistakes and missed opportunities. Joy, euphoria, forward movement — I missed you most of all. I was trying to stay still, regroup, for years and years, and you’ve all interrupted my plan. So, my famous ex-bosses, infamous boyfriends, and indifferent best friends, you wanted me back, or feared I would come back, either way, you all know I’m here now, so I guess I’ll start telling my story…

D-GIRL was a development girl in Hollywood and New York City for many years. While finding projects for actors, directors and producers to make into movies, she amassed a number of salacious tales of questionable morality that became an internet column entitled “D-Girl Diary.” She left show business to become a full-time writer in 2001. Apparently, she is back….

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