i want my redbull

There are shit people to deal with and then there are even shittier people to deal with. This system of organization is seriously fucked up. Not here. Just there and everywhere else. It's amazing people still manage to function. And for crying out loud, at least inform us on your website that you're closed on Mondays.

Sheesh. You'd have thought about being customer/contact/client-friendly. We don't all read minds.

45 minutes late into the office and fortunately the editor isn't in. But he calls to inform me that instead of today, the shoot will be tomorrow and the young girl needs a bit of makeup to liven up the pressure lines off her face. Sometimes I pity all these young stars but then again, they get paid three times more than I do so why be all nice and sympathetic.

You can see I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I need to head down and buy myself a nice can of Redbull or Coke and get on that trippy sugar-rush. Prior to the phonecall which started off this whole mess, I was actually thinking of life. In general. Everyone thinks about life. It's become a stale century-old monologue that never tires and never ends. Why do we even talk about it? Because there's nothing else left to show?

Perhaps.

Each time I'm about to feel sad, I think about what Adik told me a long time before. That we owe ourselves our own happiness and that we're responsible for us being happy. So the things that I do now that put a smile on my face and drive into hysterics is all of my own doing. No one was trying to make me laugh, by being themselves I laughed on my own and erm yeah I think I kinda lost you there.









Maybe I do need that drink. And I need a harder one by the time this week is over. I've wondered why is it easier to click with others and just not with some. I'm so tired of pretending to be nice and friendly when deep down inside I couldn't give less of a fuck. No, seriously. I'm beginning to realise the importance of just sticking with the people who mean and matter to you. Because they're the ones who've got your back or at least, are far more dependable than the dumbasses lurking the planet.

Why am I nice to people? Why why why? There's this tendency to just want to shut up, act all smug and aloof and piss the shit out of people. But I can't. Because I actually do like being nice and ARGH it's a dilemma.

I'll shut up. This isn't making sense.

Yes Joanna, we over-think too much. But eh, it's only natural and it's what makes the coffee taste sweeter. No? :D