Not like TV

[trinityofone]

How can my life be so surreal, and yet so boring? This morning as I was walking to work, I actually saw a guy applying Axe Body Spray as he strolled down Santa Monica Boulevard; shockingly, it did not make me want to rip off my bra, throw myself on his skinny emo-boy frame, and ravish him. Also, it smelled appallingly like women's perfume—really floral. Okaaaaay...

And now, in an hour, I have to interview Kim Raver, who was Jack Bauer's love interest on 24 (which I keep calling ER in my head, and god, please don't let me do that in the actual interview) and who's now starring in The Nine with my cousin, Tim Daly. And they have, like, UST and stuff. Which I am supposed to ask her about. Which makes me, hmm, just a little uncomfortable? Y'know? And so I am sitting here, listening to Duran Duran and having a panic attack. I hate my life.

Seriously. I already know that the highlight of my day is going to be that there's a new House tonight. There is something very wrong here.

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[amireal.livejournal.com]

*pets Rodney Trin* Shhh. Breathe.

Get a manicure. Find a massage place (You're in freaking LA, there is probably one next door!) settle in and enjoy the fall premieres. Loosen those shoulders. Tell yourself for TWO WHOLE WEEKS you will not fret about the future Ms. Graduated early and is Talking to Someone who is nearly 25 and still working for it. :p