sheer glory.

Taylor recently told me about an episode of sex change hospital where this lesbian couple mentioned that they were BOUNTY HUNTERS.

CONTINUING ON THAT AMAZING THEME:

Yeah, thats Dog the Bounty Hunter.
He was at the table next to mine at lunch.
He was even more spectacular in person than i could have ever imagined.
Feel free to admire my stealth camera skillz.
Unfortunately, his AMAZING WIFE did not join him. He was with some brunette girl who was possibly interviewing him or something business related.
oh, the joys of working in LA/entertainment.

Speaking of burgers, that is most certainly what he was eating.
Duh.

red meat and newfound freedom

I'm sitting here at my desk at [insert specialty film studio here] enjoying the most delicious hunk of meat I have ever had the pleasure of putting into my mouth. Don't get too excited though, because I'm not talking about what I used to do on Friday nights on Hollywood Blvd. I'm talking about a hamburger. Get your mind out of the gutter.

Anyway, this burger is out of control. And I don't even like red meat. Correction: I never crave red meat. I don't really mind it. It's just never the first thing I go for. But when you're hopelessy devoted to your future film career and somebody at [insert specialty film studio here] wants you to go get them a burger, you go get them a damn burger. Even if you have to travel to a part of Brooklyn you've never even heard of to get it.

So I'm eating a burger. And it's delicious. And covered in blue cheese and bacon. [And it was free! There's an upside to being someone's bitch.]

My friend and I signed the lease for our new apartment last night, after which we screamed, shouted, and held each other in tender bliss. Our own little apartment! Free from the cold, dead claws of...our old separate apartments! Oh, the rapture! Of course, now that the excitement has worn off a little, there's that whole 'moving in' thing to worry about. However, as I am a vagabond from Los Angeles, I really only have clothes here. And a dresser God left for me to find on a street corner as a birthday present back in March. But even so, the whole process is so...unpleasant. It doesn't help that finals are just kicking in and I'm busy literally every single day of the week.

Why can't I have a bitch?

bowling and half naked women.

YAY BLOG!!!!!

so this is awesome. because instead of doing something normal like going out and getting smashed at 2pm, the people i work with have decided we have to go bowling. great. why dont we just play football? because sports and me get along REALLY well. im gonna have to go with the original plan and get drunk anyways. then not only can i be the youngest one there, i can be the newest one in the office, the worst at bowling, and the randomly wasted one. CLASS ACT.

this woman who is pregnant suggested bowling in the first place.
my boss suggested happy hour and dinner.
see, i think dinner would have been great, because then
1. it wouldnt involve me looking like a total asshole in public in front of people im kinda still trying to make a good impression on
2. the pregnant chick could eat, i mean, come on i'm sure she would love that
3. the rest of us could get drunk so we're not AWKWARDLY STANDING AROUND like "uhh so uh...its uh...its nice outside today".

the last time i went bowling i was on an incredible amount of illegal stimulants. athletes get in trouble if they use them because it gives them an unfair advantage. i was AWFUL. like, chock full of uppers and my score was like 13. im not even kidding.

so theres my anxiety for the 10 - 11 am timeframe. yesss.

its ok though because i have to (yes, *have to*...i was told by the head of creative that i needed to. and hey, cant argue with a boss) watch the victorias secret special in a few minutes. because watching previously aired specials of hot half naked women is apparently part of my job.

...along with getting incredibly emotionally invested in gossip girl, but shhhhhh.