p is for promotion

i was offered the associate editor position at teen central yesterday, and i accepted. of course i'm very sad to see carmen go, but she'll kick ass margarita fuego style over at disney. i'm excited about the new position, and i thank everyone (cromy - aka billy, the fam, my coworkers and amazing friends) for being just as excited for me. i won't let you down.
ps: did anyone catch britney as southern fried lesbo on last night's will & grace? wanda sykes stole the show though, as karen walker's hired surrogate mom "cricket."

rain, rain, go away

it's cold and i'm about to go outside. work went by really slow today. i'm wearing my favorite black sweater though, the same one in the b/w picture here.

that's it. i'm tired. fuck.

for those who are interested

- my toilet and shower drain have been clogged up since yesterday. i've been at work all day and hope when i get home it will be fixed.

- i haven't even been back from hawaii a week, and leesa's already scheduled my next out-of-town assignment. i'm going to orlando, florida next week because the cast of high school musical are appearing at the opening of a new ride at the disney theme park.

- aimee got robbed last week. the fuckers took her makeup bag. her makeup bag! what a bunch of idiots.

- i bought simple life: interns yesterday from best buy. the cromy and i are already quoting them socialite bitches. "good night, silly" and "you love your cigs, dear?" haha

hawaii.

me. a book. a hammock. the pacific ocean waves crashing on coral and rocks. the hum of a plane sinking into the sunset. damp blades of well trimmed grass tickling my toes. serenity.

choose life

i didn't know that while i was creating a t-shirt for last weekend's 80s party how much this phrase rings true. so many things can change in a blink of an eye. i'm learning day by day that it is a fact of life, yet there's no sense of running away from it. it's good to feel, even when the pain gets so unbearable that the tears in your eyes burn. damn that wham.

i am not wearing sweatpants, but i am wearing green

so apparently we are CLEANING our offices today because an mtv crew is coming to film some girl named cheyenne on monday. i totally forgot the email to wear sweatpants (i am wearing gym shorts under my jeans for the gym later) but in honor of st. patrick's day i did a guinness keg stand this morning. just kidding. i am wearing a green polo though.

i feel okay today, a little tired since last night, i got home and errica's car wouldn't start. she was way empty on gas. so i had to take her to the chevron on hillhurst twice (it wasn't enough when she put less than a gallon in the first time), and her car still wouldn't start because it's parked uphill. damn me for asking her to park there to save a non-street-cleaning spot. we had to call angela and john to help us push her around so it faces downhill. finally it started. it's funny because on the way home, errica and i were talking about the time her car got stolen in san diego.

i have a sesh tomorrow morning, and i think it's going to be help. i missed it last saturday because tess was in town. i'm waiting to hear about a possible set visit next week in hawaii. i can't wait to breathe the air and feel the warm sand, even for just a minute.

...

i hope we'll find each other again.

hats off to bai ling.

this woman seriously has the most fun crashing red carpet events with supremely god-awful costumes/pieces of cloth/strings ever. it's ridiculous but genious at the same time. and she does not care being number one at every worst dressed list. i look forward to what the gofugyourself.com girls say about her. i have bai ling fugging cravings. the last time i saw her in person was at a black eyed peas benefit concert last month. plus, she probably sang the worst version ever of "like a virgin" for a vh1 reality show.

the rest is still unwritten.

i'm all about pop music, unfortunately nothing's really connected with me for quite some time, until recently. i love natasha beddingfield's "unwritten." i first heard it when i got her cd last year before interviewing her. she's amazingly huge in the uk but just barely hitting the u.s. radar. i wish her well. the song speaks volumes to me. it makes me smile.

And that's all I have to say about that.

(i wrote this as a myspace blog, but just for you heidi)
to my myspace top 8:

the peeps in my top 8 are great
they're like mac n cheese on a warm plate

first one up is romy
you truly are my one and only
from idol nights to weekend trips, there's really nothing better
and i say this with all my heart: we belong together

jennifer, jennifer, what can i say?
you make me smile everyday, and twice on sunday
we've laughed, we've cried
and i heard you give one hell of a ride (in your car!)

then there's aimee, who first called me cram
you're hotter than fire and tastier than spam
we cover every red carpet, as pointless as they are
you're totes the coolest s.g.f. by far

what would i do without you heidi?
your office is a mess, but your kindness is mighty
i can count on you for cheesy music and ghetto rhyme
and when i'm feeling down, "it's peanut butter jelly time!"

carmen, my neighbor with the lovely red hair
we're bad blood, you and i, but do we really care? (no!)
you dance like ellen and write like bukowski
i just effed up because nothing rhymes with bukowski

oh sheila, you know you've got to be the only one
having you at laufer was so much fun
i know you're in thailand, partying like crazy
i can't wait to see you and reunite team sheezy

i've known scott since the seventh grade
my first impression was, this guy will never get laid
but he turned out to be quite a decent man
and he'll be first to tell you "i'm madonna's number one fan!"

wendy, my sister in law, she's last but not least
i love that her myspace pic totally says "bitch please"
you're a great mom to dean, the cutest kid in the block
and a wonderful wife to that guy who thinks he's the rock

i know i have more myspace friends, i can't forget about you
from erin to jeff, soltana, tressa and drew
maybe i'll write another poem, you're not out of luck
but it's almost time to go home, and i'm tired as fuck.