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I just watched "Waiting to Exhale." You know, that Whitney Houston movie. It's a far cry from an academy award for best picture, but for me it did serve its purpose of mindless entertainment and even self loathing. Indeed, all I’ve learnt from television is how to be an actor, although in my case the stage is actually real life.

What? Oh that’s right, it’s not cool to admit that we’re all just putting on a show for each other. I suppose I never got the ‘being real is the new being cool’ memo. Well kidz, I actually don’t always keep it one hundred with the people around me (hence my predicament). In fact, it’s laughable to assume that anyone does. That’s what gets you shot, soooo all the genuinely real people are probably dead... either that or they’re alone watching TV at 3 in the morning.

That being said, I’m going to pretend that I’m not at all upset about my own solitude. Usually, I’d actually be okay with this here me time. Oh boy! I’m getting to know me! Plus you can tell from my lack of blog maintenance that I’m a busy girl so any down time in my schedule is much appreciated. Now that I have this time though, what exactly am I to do with it?

Really, what I want to be doing is having alfredo with extra oregano, or maybe dinosaur nuggets and sweet tea. Heck, even a JR Burger with a caramel latte! I wanna be where you are folks. At the moment I’m in winter wonderland, but without the wonderland. Nope. My wonderland, every possible version of it, is beyond the reach of my little neglected fingertips.

I suppose it’s partially my fault. You see, my relentless fight to be successful takes me to places that necessitate a separation from fairy tale shenanigans and the Prince Charmings that come with the package. I wonder though, in the end, would I rather be blowing out the candles on the cake made for the 50^th anniversary of my kick ass company; or simply blowing kisses at a lover lazily under the sun?