So I've put Matthew in charge of the Features/Sports half of the office, which leaves me the most experienced designer (if Matthew is busy). Translation: I could very well find myself designing news tomorrow. While I love a challenge, this is of epic proportions. Here's hoping I don't fuck it all up beyond repair.
Matt O. (the sports designer) is now the sports editor as well. At least I've filled one gap. Yay me.
Thank God Tracie is going to be the boss at Starbucks tomorrow(today), because I don't think I could handle being the boss at two places. Did I mention I'm FUCKED?
I mean, I'm really frustrated, in all aspects: Professionally, financially, sexually, psychotically, grammatically. Frustration all around, baby! Have a piece!
I've done Pilates the past few days, and my legs hurt so fuckin' bad. Ouch! My hamstrings are SORE - but they look mighty good. They feel good, too, so if any of you readers run into me, wait until I flex and then grab the back of my thigh. Yeah, baby, that's real muscle.
My hamstrings have become abnormally tight since I took my year-long dancing hiatus. I don't like it. I try to stretch them whenever I can, and this weekend at home I went a little nuts with the toning. I woke up so sore I could barely move my poor legs. The good news: They're looking pretty fine these days.
So, once I discovered how FUCKED I was tonight, I gave Patrick a ring. He said this: "You never really learn until you're thrown into the fire, so welcome to the burning pits of hell." I think it was supposed to have a silver lining. He makes editing fun!
The Nextel All-Star race was tonight. Neat. I got some delicious barbecue at Mike and Fran's. Mmmm mmmm good.
Last night I went to the Black-Eyed Pea with my parents, Mike and Fran, and Jen. My mom bought me six drinks. She's such a bad influence. Then I got two more drinks at the Gallatin bowling alley. So I was having a fun night AND I didn't spend one damn dime. Yay!
Then today happened and everything went to shit, but at least I can get wasted after production, assuming I last through it.
Song of the day: While I'm tempted to pick Jimmy Buffett's "A Love Song from a Different Point of View" (aka "Why Don't We Get Drunk"), I've opted for "Everything" by Lifehouse. Read the lyrics. I love reading sex into lyrics. It gives me purpose...and something to do. Other than Pilates. Did I mention how in pain my muscles are right now? I'm not supposed to bend that way.
Find me here
Speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place where I find peace again.
You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose...you're everything.
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Cause you're all I want, You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want, you're all I need
You're everything, everything.
You're all I want, you're all I need.
You're everything, everything
You're all I want, you're all I need
You're everything, everything.
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
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1 comment:
Qualuuds. Deffo.
J. R. "I'm a fuckin' genius" Lind
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