The Day After...

The Oscars.

I don't ordinarily sit through the whole thing as most of the time, the show just pisses me off. However, this year, I conceded and watched with friends and for the most part, had a really good time.

However. I am absolutely devastated that my secret boyfriend Joaquin Phoenix got the shaft on best actor. NOT ONLY THAT, Crash walks away with Best Picture, Best Screenplay, and Best Editing. What???? Uck.

In other news, I was just approached to split my time at work between the account I'm currently working on, and one of our highest profile accounts. This is good for a few reasons.
1. It will propell me towards promotion sooner rather than later
2. If I want to transfer to NY, which, yes, I have been kicking around in my head since last year, it will make it easier.
3. I may be working on actual print ads. That you see in magazines.
weeeeee!

Today I'm wearing purfume I haven't worn in a while. Given to me by an old flame. Ah memories...