Ya Feel Me?

So Jane closed up shop which is bittersweet and answers a few questions that I have had for a couple of months now. I am so insulated that I constantly have to remind myself that it's not all about me.

Anywoo, for the past few days, I've had the same hot pink nail polish from Manic Panic Claw Colors on my left thumb and it's finally chipping away.



I just can't seem to bring up enough nerve to rub it out with remover.

Found out at my "super 'it's not a birthday but it is a birthday party, it's not a birthday party' media event with no purpose" (featuring Boru Vodka, New Century Brewing among others) that my old boss is now micro-managing just two publicists, including one intern! I want to hook people up as he is great to learn PR from but but he hates me so I don't want to ruin their chances. But then again, that's my thinking process.

Which brings me to The Secret,the book that has been scaring my brain with bullshit since late May.

Sax: stop fucking quoting The Secret!

I can't stop. "Thoughts bring things" and there are a few things that I want to have happen so living "the secret" has been so important to me that I have been willing to disregard its ridiculousness and focus on what good it could bring me.

Or maybe I should just ask a pumpkin? Is it me or is James Chamberlain still hot after all these years on her-ron?