10.24.2005

Working for the Weekend

I so don't want to be at work today.

Its become very ironic that its no problem to be efficient, proactive, in my personal life - weekends, I get up early, get stuff done, run around all day...

But when it comes to work, forget about it. I am the princess of indifference. My entire mindset turns into one of irritation, disorganization and avoidance.

Hmm. Maybe I don't like my job?

Gar. Well, like it or not, its still my job. Back to it.

- Ms. Bling

10.22.2005

Pravda

I hold on to stationary forever. I'm always intending to write little notes, and never do. But Sunday, I finally did.

I sent a handwritten explaination to the letter to the editor pgs of the NYTimes why I am cancelling my weekend subscription (which I love, and pay an obscene $30 a month for).

I forget the exact wording but something to the effect of:

You let your paper print government propaganda. Sans adequate mea culpas or retractions. Then you allowed that fact to be covered up in the name of journalistic integrity. I can't read your paper never knowing whether I'm reading Pravda.

Judy's a - whats the word - an Ezra Pound? A fashionista chic upper crust educated social butterfly, and a fascist. Aspens turning within Aspens, my ass.

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