Josie is the Opposite of Hallelujah

Ahoy, i am jumping on the wordpress bandwagon!

I have to admit that i spent a good two minutes trying to figure out if the word bandwagon was spelt separately or together. Not that i’m a grammar nazi, it’s just that the shame of being corrected for my spelling is quite unbearable really.  

Today passed by rather uneventfully. I honestly don’t expect to re-enact Jack Baur moments daily but heck, a little bit of excitement would be fun. Maybe escape a burning train-wreck (unscathed, no less!), wrestle a savaged escaped circus bear and find my soul mate. Or maybe i’d find out that i’m a sufferer of retrograde amnesia and that my entire life after the horrible horrible car crash that killed my entire family 10 years ago has been a truman-show-esque farce.

Ugh, I’d bet twenty anyone from the WGA team has more talent in their left pinky than i do at script-writing. I’d stick to sitting in the spectator stands about this but who can blame me really, seeing as to how they’re still on strike while the rest of the world goes tv-cold turkey. Thanks for getting the Golden Globes killed off, for getting your production crew fired and for causing a US$80 mil. economy loss  just cause all y’all are in a royalties dispute, douche bags.

You might be glad to hear that I finally picked up my check. I got up way too early for my own good. 8.30am - an achievement if you spent the entire night staying up finishing the final 2 seasons of the extremely trashtastic Sex and the City. Other than my sexual knowledge jumping up by a notch and my IQ dipping by around 20 (after 4 seasons of the O.C, 11 seasons of South Park, 6 seasons of SatC, 3 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy & One Tree Hill and countless of Comedy Central/MTV re-runs, it stands at roughly…38, the approximate mental age equivalent to that a 6 year old child), i’ve concluded after 96 episodes that Sarah Jessica Parker looks like a farm horse and that most of her wardrobe looked like they were fashioned out of post-christmas day present wrappings.

Anyway, who else is mad about the apalling hike in cab fares. It is eating into my cigarette and coffee money! I’d take shared public transport but my proximity-issue is getting the best of me. This morning i had to stick my face next to a window covered in a thousand bus rides of filth just so the creepy stale smelling greasy haired man sitting next to me wouldn’t be able to lean in too close and breathe down my neck. Really, jostling for a spot on the train in the morning with sulky mid-life crisis suffering grown ups just makes my fucking day. You’d think a 40 year old working adult would have the decency and manners to just MOVE TO THE BACK. I’d shove people but then i’d get their grimy 9-5 dirt on my hands.

Okay, Another online web journal entry, another day.

Good Night.