...In which our heroine strikes back.

I think since my roommate called me an advocate of the devil, he's (or she's) made work for my idle hands.  I am sorry for the absence, but I really am busier than I've ever been. Not that I hate it, it just makes it difficult to do things like, oh say, watch TV (which I haven't done in 3 weeks) or write silly little blog posts.

So with that in mind, let's get readdddddy to ramble!

I started my day at 9AM with my first ever work staff meeting. This was greatly improved by the presence of 6 month old Amelia, who belongs to our head of HR, Edna. She had on socks that looked like little slippers in the embroidery, and was the best distraction from words like "innovative arts partnerships." Amelia also liked my red nails, and crush's beard. He loves kids and made a really good pork roast with tomatillos this week. A man who can cook and likes kids is terribly sexy. It kills me to be in close proximity to him but "oh what a wonderful feeling, just to know that you are near me." That's correct, Bob.Sometimes it worries me how much I see babies and want one. GO! maternal instincts, GO! I just woke up from a 3 hour nap, so I'll probably read this later and think it to be incoherent.

Writing a screenplay, making a structural outline this weekend. I LOVE Screenwriting II, but I wish I could focus all of my energy on it. Fleet Foxes into Neutral Milk Hotel, well-played shuffle. I'm tired of all the negativity amongst my friends. I don't like this 20s malaise about how relationships suck and school sucks and work sucks and parents suck. GET OVER IT. "When they're young, they're green." Facebook tells me there's a mini reunion in Columbus this weekend and I kind of wish I was there. There's a Pixies Visa commercial apparently, but my computer is too slow to watch. Black Francis said they did it for the money, as well as the Doolittle tour, and that should offend me but it doesn't but they're still the Pixies, and could be charging $200 a ticket like the fucking Eagles, but still only charge $50. Going shopping tomorrow for some respectable work clothes, and (hopefully) seeing Patti Smith read at the Harold Washington. I really want to stop wearing jeans everyday and more dresses and skirts. I want another tattoo, again. 

Yesterday I ate raw goat's milk white cheddar and then Reese's Pieces for dinner. This is very good for me. Tweet tweet tweet away. Did you see Christina Hendricks on the cover of New York magazine in a "vintage corset from her own collection?" Their cover story is about the return of curves and the hourglass shape, good for them. Everything is melting outside and giving me false hope for warm weather. It isn't event that warm. Thinking about the future. Staying in school forever, or until the world ends or until the economy isn't like one of those big dead squids they find 20,000 leagues below the sea. Summer classes maybe I think? I could get a free U-Pass and save approximately $500 on transit, which would be like getting one of the classes for 50% off. Summer school, I really have gone crazy. This time last year all I did was smoke pot and play video games and watch the lust fires die out with Ben and pretend to be busy and now I'm talking about summer classes and grad school. 

WHO AM I?

(Cue Lynchian double identity swap.)

(Cue film noir lighting.)

(Cue Kaufman's dreamscape.)

(Cue Lifetime movie commercial break.)