S.O.S. please someone help me

What a drowsy day today is. It's raining outside and all I want to do is go back to bed. I'm doing laundry again, three loads as usual. I know that if I don't make it as a journalist I can always work in laundromat.
I started at the Edmonton Journal on Monday. It's great there, everyone is so friendly, but I'm working my ass of. I'm so tired. But I get to do some pretty cool stuff. I have had a ton of bylines already which makes me feel pretty good.
In other news, there is no other news because I have been working my bootay off.
I'm going to get shitfaced tonight though - that should be excellent!
Oh yeah.

This fire is out of control

I'm trying not to let the little things get to me today. I had the same problem yesterday, every little thing made me want to thow my fists at the person or inatimate object that pissed me off.
Same deal today, and it's only just past noon. I'll blame my raging anger on pms - not the fact that the alarm wasn't set and I'm now an hour and a half behind where I'd like to be, or the fact that my phone was off so I missed a bunch of calls i needed to take for my story or even on the fact that I seem to be missing my only $20. I'll just blame it on my ovaries - it's ok, they're used to it.
I'm hoping to go for a run today - it is super nice outside. Oh, my first load of laundry is done, It's time for the light coloured load to get washed.

ps: Franz Ferdinand last night = SUPERFANTASTIQUE!!

Gold lion is going to tell me where the line is

I've been having really weird and vivid dreams lately, and by that I mean extra weird and vivid. I have weird dreams all the time.
I dreamt yesterday that I got to interview and have a photoshoot with Edwin. Remember him? He feels like a star.
(For those of you who may not know, I was desperatly in love with the man when I was younger. I now realize the mistake of my youth. I have also recently been informed that he is gay, and while that does not bother me too much, I appeared to be the only one on the planet that doesn't know. Maybe going into the girl's washroom that day 6 years ago wasn't a mistake...).
He had a tall, skinny, blonde haired fiance who I got along with marvelously.
Edwin and I chatted for hours on a patio overlooking a rocky coastline.
He drove a porsche, but it was an ugly forest green colour, so I declined to go for a ride with him when he offered.
When the whole thing was over I went to a swanky party and everything was perfect.
It was a really lovely dream, the weird thing is I can remember every little detail about it, too many of them to waste your time with.

Anyway, did you see Amazing Race last night?
Oh my goodness.
Intense.

I don't care if you're looking at my ______

During this time of stress, I thought I would attempt to do something I actually know how to do: write about music.
I was just heard one of the worst songs ever created: the pussycat dolls' BEEP.
Is it a joke?
Seriously.
If it is a joke it sure isn't funny. Bitiching about being hot since you were in the seventh grade is not something you turn into a musical hangover. #1 you have no talent and #2 I want to claw your eyes out because you are upset over your good looks.
AAAAAGH!
And I say you for a reason, whatever your name is pussycat doll leader, because your kittens don't do anything. I don't even think they pretend to sing backup anymore.
And can anyone make their own song anymore, or is it a requirement that every single has to have a 'guest artist' on it?
(may I say that including Wil.i.am. from the black eyed peas is not a good choice. May I suggest someone with some credibility assist you through your musical nightmare?)
I hate you pussycat dolls, I hope you're on your 8th life by now - you sure look old enough to be. Now get on back to the strip club where you belong.
I sure won't miss you.

I'm addicted to bullshit

Dear Project 2024 Internship Applicant:



Thank you so much for your interest in our summer 2006 Project 2024

internship program. This is the fourth year in a row that we are sponsoring

these special internships and the response was even greater and more

successful than last year. We received over a thousand applications all

from smart, driven young women like you. Your application was excellent and

we could see that you put a lot of hard work, energy, and enthusiasm into

it. However, the competition was fierce and our decision was very

difficult. We wish we could have given everyone a job, but there were only

seven slots available, and unfortunately we were unable to select you this

time around.



Keep up your amazing work. You are a true CosmoGIRL! and we hope you'll

apply again next year. We'll be sure to send you a notice and a new

application form when it's time to re-apply. Good luck and enjoy your

summer.


Regards,



Ann Shoket
Executive Editor
CosmoGIRL!


I'm heartbroken. Oh well, I think my current internship suits me just fine. An all expenses paid summer in NYC would have been cool though....

P.S: I did not get chosen for jury duty. What? They don't think I'm good enough or something?

Well do you, do you do you want to?

I couldn't sleep last night because my boyfriend was snoring so loudly the closet doors in the bedroom were shaking. Even with repeated elbows to the solar plexis, he would not stop. UUUUGH! Why do people snore in the first place?
In other news, there is no other news.
Some crazy woman was screaming at someone outside the apartment building at an ungoldly hour this morning. She was not happy.
Nice weather always brings out the crazies. I can't wait to see what happens in July.

Some say he's a troubled boy just because he likes to destroy

I disappeared today. It was a nice feeling. I felt like I was on vacation in my own city. It's just too bad it was rainy and gross out for most of the day. At least it's nice out now. I think I'm going to sit on the patio and chill.
Forget about it.