blue mumbo jumbo.

okay. i'm not really THAAAT sad...a little sad, but mostly just foolin' around with Photo Booth. (i'm obssessed with it.)

I want to be a freelancer. A stay-at-home, expense it to my company, live in my PJs and get paid out the ass for it freelancer. I've realized I cannot picture myself rotting away in an office, no matter how nice the view. So, now that i'm in my 30s, this is my latest goal. (I wonder how many times I'll start sentences with "now that i'm in my 30s.")

I just saw a recent pic of Meg Ryan and cringed. She's still a cutie, but where are her wrinkles??? She's gotta be like 50 or somethin'--Meg, girl--embrace aging...go with it.

And onto some very sad news...last week I heard that Beyonce might be playing Etta James in an upcoming biopic. You know I love Etta. I thought it was false--but turns out--it's happening. Just awful :-( "Dear Hollywood, As you may or may not know, there are actually REAL actresses in your little town..."

Today is my LAST DAY of work--before I start my new job next Monday. Wow--I mean, it's just another 9-5pm, but I'm really proud of myself. Of course, there's a part of me, as always, that's fearful that on my first day, HR will say to me "Oh, you didn't get our email? We actually chose someone else for this job. Sorry." Or even worse, I'll start my job and my boss will find out that I really have no idea what I'm doing. A teeny tiny tidbit about my new gig that excites me is that I'll be blogging--FOR PAY!! (HOLLLA!!! --as the BF would say)

After years of being told "you need your head examined," I'm finally getting it done--but not because of all the crazy lurking up there. My new allergist thinks I might have a deviated septum...so, we'll see. My first thought was--"Hey, a free nose job!" My second thought was, "Just don't make me look like Janet Jackson."

UPDATE: So, I don't have a deviated septum...but I do have some "structural issues." So, now I'm waiting for my radiology report. oy vey.