I'm wondering if I still have a Xanga stalker. If you're out there and reading this, Xanga stalker...I think you're pretty swell. And cute. And pretty damn amazing. You know what? I think I love you, O Xanga stalker of mine!
So rather than go off on a rant about how a certain aspect of my day job makes me want to VOMIT IN RAGE, I thought I'd share a happy thought. Today at lunch I was swapping hotel business horror stories with a coworker of mine, who had previously spent years as an employee of yet another fine chain hotel not unlike the good ole HI West Chester. It made me reflect on all the good times we had there. As crappy and frustrating as it was, I would do it all over again...dropped trough, Cheese pockets, the Dragon Lady, Ken Bell Jerks It, the seafood buffet, Hester's strawberries, The Jackass guys, Asscrack...all of it. I think we should write a book. Oh, and by the way...wanna feel old, girls? Do you realize that Errol's daughter will probably be (if not already has) starting school soon?
The Dalmations open this weekend. As much as I love those kids, I think I could go my entire life without hearing "JessjessjessjessjessjessjessJESS...wherearemyearswhycan'ttherebeapianoJackis
hittingmeCarlyhitmefirstIforgotmycostumeChristiancalledmeabadnameOW
CarlyhitmeagainWhendoIcomeonDoIcomeonnowHe'ssingingitwrongJackkeeps
lookingatmeCanIgetadrinkCanIgotothebathroomButIhavetogotothebathroomWhendoI
getthenetShoshannawon'tstoptalkingButIreallyneedadrinkCanIwearpinksocksWhy
areherspotsdifferentthanmine..."
for the rest of my natural life.
Thank God for Harold and Michele...my angels and salvation!!
They're going to be super cute, though. They may make me cry. But only a little.
Jacquie turned me on to Marilou Henner's Total Health Makeover. So far, I've almost eliminated dairy from my diet (But there was ICE CREAM today!!!). And I may join her vigilant quest in ridding dairy from the planet Earth. Just because of the sheer grossness of how we process milk in the United States. The harder things to kick will be nicotine and caffine (I'm trying!)...the two blessed -Ines.
The life of a part-time actor sucks sometimes...especially whe you have to play a character who is constantly referred to as "gaunt."
I'm not gaunt.
Okay, let's not kid ourselves here...I guess the Arby's #2 meal with a cherry turnover yesterday (But I had a coupon!) and the chocolate cake with blue icing...and the KitKat...and the Alpine Mint ice cream...and the regular Pepsi...and all the M&Ms I've eaten this week are not helping the process.
The first step is acceptance.
The second step is pie.
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I am a Capricorn.
(Also known as "Goat")
My Horroscope starts like this: 