“It’s like being a goalie in soccer - there’s a certain amount of stuff that’s going to go in the net, and you are there purely for damage control…”—A fellow assistant, describing what it’s like working in television.
“Let’s be honest. Sometimes there is nothing harder in life than being happy for somebody else. Like lottery winners. Or extremely successful people who are 27.”—Sex in the City (via acaseallovertheplace)
Sara Bareilles just released her new song. As usual, her lyrics are amazing.
Keep drinking coffee Stare me down across the table While I look outside So many things I’d say if only I were able But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by You’ve got opinions man We’re all entitled to But I never asked So let me thank you for your time And try not to waste any more of mine And get out of here fast
I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning There’s no one here to save
And who cares if you disagree You are not me Who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to be Who died, and made you king of anything?
You sound so innocent All full of good intent Swear you know best But you expect me to jump up on board with you Right off tnto your delusional sunset
I’m not the one who’s lost With no direction, oh But you’ll never see You’re so busy making maps And putting your name on them in all caps You’ve got the talking down, just not the listening
All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy while I Just Hurt and hide waiting for someone to tell me It’s my turn to decide
My friend Becky is really cool. Seriously. I’m usually a mess, I don’t bake, I don’t make cool things, and I have brown hair. Becky is always put together, bakes incredible yummies, does cool crafts, and is a hot blonde. She’s really just an inspiration. I digress. Her blog is amazing, and she posted the best CHEAP Mother’s Day gift. Five dollar magazine subscriptions. I ordered that shit yesterday. Holla!
I don’t usually write text blogs…but I’m in an empty office right now and frankly, a little bored. Working in network TV is amazing. I eat lunch at the studio lot, and sometimes a random celebrity will pass my desk. However, like any job, being the new kid sometimes sucks. While everyone else is screening pilots for next fall and spring, I’m at my desk covering the phones and making sure the office doesn’t burn down. I hear laughter. I hear special effects. I hear all sorts of fun happening, but I’m at my desk writing this. On the flip side, I’m eating brownies and watching The View. (Did I mention I have a TV at my desk and am encouraged to watch TV to keep up with pop culture?) So there’s that.