I have a hard time remembering to post. Maybe that is because nobody ever comments. We want Feedback People!!! I don’t care if you just want to randomly rant or say how much the blog sucks (but I hope you wouldn’t tell us our lives or stupid or anything like that), but anything would work… I haven’t seen Scott in 2 days. He emailed me multiple times over the weekend and called me when he got back into the city, but I barely have time to eat, sleep, and shower. I’ve been working on the store’s accounting crap and ordering new shipments. That is a pain in my rear if there ever was a more painful one. I have a hard time making a decision on what to wear; just imagine what I go through deciding on what goes on my store’s shelves.

Thankfully, we close early on Wednesdays, so I came straight home at 2 and, yup you can guess, I slept. Now I’m emptying my spam box and hoping good old Saint Nick will bring me a god-like personal assistant. I can finally afford one, but I’ve never had one before. I asked Bella for advice, but she just laughed and hung up on me. Then, I called Halley, but the girl is in such a twitter since she got engaged that its like talking to a pretty, designer clad manequin. I love ya babe .

 However, she did break from her stupor long enough to give me some much needed advice. I now have to worry about calling agencies and other places, and taking out ads and interviewing people. Makes me want to hire the new Stetson Black cologne dude. Matthew Mconaughy too. Teehee. OOh, I wonder if Scott’s awake. Must go wake half the building to get his attention. How can I be so stressed, yet be so upbeat. It must be that my mind has finally cracked and I just don’t know that I’m in some mental hospital yet Or it could have been the bottles of Vault I drank a couple of hours ago

-Lina (live from Milledgeville)