life's little soundtrack

I've been treating "le blog" like a cyclops mormon stepchild from one of the dakotas. Very, not cool. Well, a post-desert drama session and a new job will make a gal do crazy things!

In latest and greatest news I've landed a new job, which means no more office bitch. I will be working for Avalon Publishing as their marketing assistant. This is such a "Jeffersons" moment I feel and I'm loving it. In other news, I'm wearing skinny jeans today and I feel fabo in them. I had a fear of skinny jeans, but they don't look as frightening on me as I had anticipated. I would like to incorporate more "skinny pants" into my wardrobe. I heart them.

And finally, I am no longer the last person in San Francisco sans iPod. I had some apprehension about the iPod. I felt like it possesed a great power that could tune me out to the other sounds of the city. However, I've found that it makes me more aware. To hear a sound over the trance beats spilling from "le pod" is quite impressive. I now feel like I can give my days soundtracks--something I've always longed for....

As a little girl, I had a thing for playing out my future in my head (I still do--although people like Ray Wonder call this my fantasy world in which perpetually dwell). I would sit in the passenger seat of my mother's car and daydream, but every daydream was accompanied by music. Whatever song tickeled my fancy, managed to make it's way into my thoughts. Now that I have "le pod," my longing for muscial accompaniment has come true. "Le pod" helps me to assess my day in the morning, tune out the halucinating barefoot woman on the 71L, write to music and (sadly) block out any maddness that has made it's way into my life (that particular day). I love it's name, "le pod"...so French.