1,323

Being ALMOST good enough for things.

1,322

knowing that the things i write at 2am i will never publish, and couldn't even if i wanted to because they're crap, and sure its better than when i wasn't writing anything at all, but really, can't i just try to focus on things that might get me somewhere so i can get off this fucking treadmill i call a life?

1,321

We did posts 1283 through 1286 - twice. Also I just found out that in addition to that cocksucking theatre ruining EVERYTHING, for example my trip down for the birthday celebration . . . they also conveniently forgot to pay me.

1,320

Overhearing your next-door neighbors, who own horrible ghetto dogs that have barked non-stop for the last year and kept you from ever actually sleeping through the night, complaining about the dogs next door to THEM, for barking.

1,319

$250 worth of parking-related goodness. And by "goodness," I mean "badness."

1,318

My new agent calling me to tell me that my (VERY VERY OLD) headshot that he found on a casting site:Looks like Yvonne De Carlo:
...whom they used to represent.

Yeah...I think I'll go update that. *red face*

1,317

Best of both worlds: I'm basically unemployed and also have a job that I hate. Awesome.

1,316

I can get a wireless signal from the coffee shop around the corner, but not from the beeping, flashing, money-sucking boxes in my living room. F U, Time Warner. F U, D-Link.

1,315

Once again: Where the hell is my New York Times?

1,314

Discovering the corporate world behaves just as badly and inconsiderately as the poors.

1,313

Being good hearted and giving up my aisle seat and taking the middle for an unhappy, uncomfortable looking tall man, who then rewards me by loudly drinking his coffee, "Sssssllluuuuurrrrrrrrp! Aaaah!" for 25 loooooong minutes.

1,312

And stupidly wear their company logo. Now I hate Yahoo even more.

1,311

And talk animatedly while waving their arms in the air.

1,310

And sit across the aisle from you.

1,309

People who get on airplanes with overwhelming body odor.

1,308

The unspoken expectation of your playing tour guide to a recent transplant to your city that you barely know.

1,307

You know what? I just plain hate talking on the phone for more than 10 minutes.

1,306

Said the Ralph's Checker lady to me as I buy wine:
"Wooooo! You look young! Let me see your ID."

And upon seeing it:
"Wooooo! You ain't young!"

1,305

Being too busy to be pissed.

1,304

Fucking stupid greedy-ass movie studios.

1,303

Fatigue.

1,302

Having to do monologues. I hate monologues. With a burning, seething passion.

1,301

Everything with computers takes longer than you think. Curses!!

1,300

Only got half done of what needed to be accomplished recording-wise this weekend.

1,299

Why can't nature be beautiful without being so creepy?

1,298

The pyrrhic victory of knowing Spring is on it's way by seeing a spider crawl across my bedspread.

1,297

The necessary evil of the security deposit.

1,296

Valentine's Day. 'nuff said.

1295

Dreaming my beautiful cat came back from the dead as a really frightening zombie cat and I had to kill her over and over but she wouldn't stay dead and I woke up crying. Happy Monday.

1294

Said 3 hour meeting getting us no closer to renovating this hotel than any of the previous 3 hour meetings we have had over the course of the past 6 or 7 months. Make up your minds, fat heads. This is not brain surgery. Do you want all new tile AND carpets or just new carpets? Really, that's all you guys have to agree on. We get paid either way, so actually- keep arguing amongst yourselves. Go ahead, go nuts.

1293

A 3 hour meeting in Westlake Village plus 2 hours of drive time and no lunch served as previously promised. If I knew you were going to keep me from basic sustainance for 5 hours in the middle of the day, I would have had more for breakfast.

1292

People sending multiple urgent emails to me instead of calling me on the fucking phone. If it's that big of a deal, pick up the damned phone and dial the 10 or 11 digits. It's actually less keystrokes than an email, you lazy ass purchasing agents.

1291

The Cisco Pix Box taking a shit again and being without the Internets all day.

1290

Being too tired to unpack the goddamned boxes.

1289

Shaking arm muscles and feeling your heart beating in your stomach. And I'm not actually talking about sex, I'm talking about 12 boxes and 4 flights of stairs.

1288

6 new neighbors commenting on how much it must suck to move in the night the elevator is broken, yet not offering to carry a single box for even one flight of stairs.

1287

4 flights of stairs plus 12 boxes makes T Mac an angry girl.

1286

Broken elevator in my building the night I decide to move 12 large boxes solo.

1,285

How many cases of botulism does it take for my Dad to stop eating rotten food from his refrigerator? Answer: apparently one million.

1,284

Being woefully underprepared.

1,283

Damn you, Comic-Con hotel reservation system. Damn you.

1286

Does my vote even count? What's up with this calling it at 22% of precincts reporting? Fuck you, Media.

1285

That if somebody is a member of the Kennedy family then whatever they do or say is for some reason news. Okay, fine if it's Ted who is you know, a long serving Senator but who the hell cares what Maria Shriver or Caroline Kennedy thinks about, well, anything?

1284

My beautiful kitty died today.

1283

Having to make a life or death decision.

1,282

People who think it's cold in LA.

1,281

Whoever planned the suicide attack on the pet market using mentally disabled women are officially the worst human beings on the entire planet.