- After a year of driving in the heaviest of Los Angeles traffic, my patience with it is wearing thin. I realize how much traffic contributes to wasted time, stress and pollution. I realize that I really wish L.A. had adequate public transportation. I also realize that I love having my own car, I just cringe at thought of the amount of time I spend in it.
- I hate that I completely crash and burn on the weekends. I’m doing so much during the week, that when it comes to Saturday, even though I (still) have things to do, I just spend the better part of my day in or on my bed, watching things like When Harry Met Sally and The Real Housewives of Atlanta (Nene I love you) instead of cleaning out my car and transcribing interviews and writing. After two days, I feel refreshed and revived, only to start the process all over again.
- I also feel like I’m coming down with something. Every morning I wake up with a stuffy nose and a lingering feeling that I shouldn’t go to work. But I go, and drink Emergen-C while I’m there. I hope it’s working.
- I’d like to do absolutely nothing for an entire week.
- I am SO incredibly happy about the cold weather predictions this week. However, I am incredibly saddened and absolutely disgusted and horrified at the amount of empty-headed Los Angeles girls I will see in the next couple of weeks wearing black tights with those fugly Uggs. Ugh.
- I wish I was best friends with Chelsea Handler.
