I had a job interview today, for a second job.
In addition to my full-time M-F job.
Living the dream, right? That’s life in Los Angeles, one of the most expensive cities in the US.
Can’t wait till I make my first billion.
I’m totally going to hire someone to cut up my dinner into symmetrical pieces and to run my bath water…and other wasteful ways to spend the wheelbarrows of money I’ll have.
Because I won’t put it in banks–just wheelbarrows.
As is customary for the beginning of a New Year, I’m feelin’ a renewed sense of determination.
I’m done being complacent and I’m ready to kick some booty!
This is my all-time favorite “pump you up” song.
Because who doesn’t feel like a plastic bag once in a while?
Totally antsy all day long.
Antsy about the future. Antsy about my career, or lack-there-of. Antsy about finances.
And most importantly: antsy about how the heck I am going to get a hot dog from 7-11 without going out into that blustery, chilly, LA weather!
“I keep playing your part
But it’s not my scene
Wont this plot not twist?
I’ve had enough mystery”
Heard this song for the first time all the way through this morning and
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Britney Spears does it again.
Also, I’ve just realized after all of her years on top that she has a very wonky way of spelling “Brittany”. The Mother Country is not amused.
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Still rollin’ on that rejuvenated high from yesterday. Attempting to perfect my early 90s dance moves. Who knew these guys were German?
Definitely going to be walking around LA with my walkman and my parachute pants later.