I've been hemming and hawing over the past few weeks about how to ask my boss for a raise. I'm seriously stressed out about it. It's keeping me up at night. Here's the thing, I know I deserve a raise, and I know I'm worth it. And I have no problem saying so.

Unless you're my boss--then, I become mute and completely meek.

Tomorrow is the day, though. The day I ask for a raise. God help me.

On a different note, I learned two new things about myself today while eating dinner solo at Better Burger. Sitting in the window, munching on my delicious and uber-healthy turkey burger (with a side salad--who's a skinny girl!?!?!?), I watched the gay and beautiful of Chelsea stroll by, only to realize this: I felt judged by the gay men (they are so much prettier than me!!!) and simultaneously superior to the rest of the passers-by for eating so health consciously.

Now that I think of it, the gays were probs just scowling at me because I was blocking their view.

PING!

Adoring Fans-AKA Lindsay Lohan is worse off than I thought

On on a Lindsay Lohan Fan site called, Lohangroupie.com, I came across this post regarding la lohan's recent entry into rehab:

"i love her. she’s so strong. she’s so rich… if only i was as rich as her, i’d make a cat hospital. i love cats. "

At first I thought, wow, what supportive fans Linds has--people really believe in her, ya know? Only to read on and find out that, NO, in fact, her fans are not only NOT supportive, but they are jealous felinophiles and clearly INSANE. A CAT HOSPITAL?!?!?! I really thought that my fellow Lohan fans were a little more normal than that. Seriously, who would waste all of that money on CATS when clearly the better way to spend ridiculous amounts of money would be on cocaine, partying and fabulous clothes! Come on PEOPLE, get your heads on straight. Let's represent our dearly (soon to be) rehabilitated (yeah right) with a little class, ok?

At least one well-wisher came through for Linds:
"I'd do her in a heartbeat."

Now that's the kind of support that'll get our girl through this rough patch.

My first blogging

Seems like everyone I know has a blog these days. So, much like I do with most social trends, I've succumbed to peer pressure and jumped on the wagon.

I feel like my first post should be ground breaking and say something about me or the world or humanity. Well, the truth is, I'm not that deep. I am an aspiring actress who works by day as a nanny. I want to remove the "aspiring" from the actress ASAP. I am an improviser and I will use this blog to promote myself in anyway possible.

I will also explore my deeeeeepest feeling and thoughts and be as self indulgent as possible. So let's all get psyched.

Sometimes, Pocket, my 4 pound maltese and confidant will post here too. You'll know his posts when you see them . Trust me. (p.s. Pocket is hung like a horse) Deal with it.

If things dont work out with the acting thing for me (which, by the way, they will work out goddammit, so help me jesus), then Pocket may have to take up doggie porn. I think he'd really shine as a doggie porn star. He has no inhibitions. I envy him.