I read this thing in the paper Sunday, a list of maxims, but good ones. Not ones that tell you never to lose your child-like sense of wonder or some shit--sensible ones. And the one that has stayed in my head is:

"Nobody can make you happy. Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be."

Barring clinical depression, I think that's true.
I don't know, I have nothing particularly profound to say about it, it just really struck me as something to keep in mind.

These goddamn people who keep calling the office wanting to speak to the CFO or the Controller but they don't want to leave a message or state their reasons for calling are just about to drive me buggy!

Let me just give a personal message to these people:
Guess was, guys? If you don't tell me why you're calling or leave some sort of message for John or Dave, he will never, I repeat NEVER take your call!
So get over yourself.

So Kelly was snapping pictures of all of us so that she could send them to the California office so they'd all know who we were when they called us up (which I think is kind of sweet), and then she got them developed, and with pride in her face, showed me the fattest, ugliest picture of me ever taken, and when I leapt back in horror screaming "Get thee behind me, Satan!", she seemed really disappointed.

"I thought you would like it! You look really cute in this picture!"

She and I seem to have really different definitions of the word "cute".

Melody, seemingly bound and determined to completely confuse her readers, has moved sites again! Go visit her here.

One year ago today:
I was cast in Paris Then.

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