To all those people doing lines

Recently I've been making some really dumb a** mistakes at work and I feel I have nothing to blame but my incessant posting. Sure, it's slow/dead at the office, but that doesn't mean I can quit working all together. It seems like the less I have to do, the less I actually do. For example, I find myself taking things I need to either fax or file or fax then file and just setting them to the side, in my "I'll get to that later" pile. What else am I doing that's so important? Oh, that's right, I'm writing about Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes' budding relationship, obviously that should take priority. For a girl who wants to ask for a raise sometime soon (so that maybe one day she can afford that fancy shampoo she's been eyeing), I better put on my game face, get my sh*t together, and stop wasting my time writing to an invisible audience.

On that note, I had the weirdest dream on Saturday night. I spent the night on my friend's futon and I cuddled with her faux Winnie the Pooh doll who looks just like the real thing but creepier. It's something about the smile. Anyway, I just like to cuddle with something, whether it be a pillow, a stuffed animal, or dare I say a real live person! So earlier in the night someone had brought their baby to my friend's bday dinner...and in my dream the faux Pooh sat up and turned into the baby who then began running around the room and doing sommersaults. It really freaked me out to the point that I keep getting flashes of scary Pooh in my head, like I'm in some bad horror movie.

I heard this song on the radio this morning that I kind of liked...by this guy McGowan who used to play guitar for Ben Lee. He's playing at Tangier Restuarant tonight...maybe I'll go...if it's free. Doesn't look like it is. And I'm out.

How lame is this...according to IMDB (my essential source for pointless news) Martin Freeman aka Tim from The Office aka Arthur Dent is quitting comedy for good. Ummm Martin....you might not want to bite the hand that feeds you.

Remember when Hayden Christensen used to be attractive? Now he's at that weird "Is he a boy or a man?" stage and things aren't looking so good....I think his nose is trying to take over his face. I'm so mean, seriously (I say this like I'm proud, but I actually feel kind of bad that I find it so funny). Yesterday I actually described Rumer Willis to my friend by saying "imagine Bruce Willis as a 16 year old lesbian with down syndrome." I'll pay for these statements in the afterlife. Or at the very least, karma will f*ck me over.
R.