Greetings and salutations, ASL readers, on this most humpy of hump days. I have no idea what that's supposed to mean, but it's overcast out here in Los Angeles, and I think on top of affecting my emotional state, it's also hindering my ability to make sense.
As you may or may not have noticed, I was out of town for two whole days and was lucky enough to have Wayne Ford pick up the bulk of my slack, as well as the rest of the ASL gang (cause we're so cohesive like that). And even though it's comforting to know that I can rely on my co-workers to step up to the plate and hold down the fort while I'm away, at the same time, I have to admit it's a little sad for me when it doesn't all fall apart when I'm gone. It's not that I was hoping for a card to be mailed to me from Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton asking where I was, and why wasn't I bagging on them with the usual vigor that I displayed on a daily basis, except that I was.
More of how Lisa defines herself by her job after the jump...
But seriously, it was nice to get away for a little bit from the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles and enjoy the slower pace of the small Georgia town where my family lives without having to worry about my celebrity gossip duties. Hearing my sister complain that sometimes it takes her almost a whole THIRTY-FIVE minutes to get to work in the morning when traffic is bad on the two-lane highway she drives to get to the dentist's office where she cleans kids' teeth made me more than a little wistful. Plus, seeing her three-bedroom house, the mortgage for which probably costs around the same as the rent for my studio apartment in Hollywood admittedly is slightly demoralizing.
However, there were also moments that remind me why I moved to Los Angeles in the first place. Like when I watched the first episode of 30 Rock on the plane ride back from Savannah to Los Angeles, and remembered how badly of an obsession I have to become Tina Fey (if I have to body-snatch that woman, by God, it will happen). Or when a friend of a friend actually knows who I am because of ASL and freaks out that I'm the person whose obnoxious comments she's been reading for months now. And driving down the freeways, with which I have a love/hate relationship spanning over what will soon be five years, I realize that for the time being, this rat-race is exactly where I want to be. I'm as much of a rat as anyone--too impatient as of yet for the slower pace of a life less hectic, albeit more ordinary than I'm yet ready to accept.
Let's talk in five years.
A little too philosophical today for my own good,
Lisa T.
Hit me with some opinions, yo. lisa@socialitelife.celebuzz.com
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