i'll believe in anything if you'll believe in anything

for some weird reason, lately while i listen to my music in my headphones, i get this overwhelming desire to make music videos...not really along the same lines as a regular music video, but more along the lines of a documentary about a life of someone that i actually know nothing about.
just to make random, probably most likely bizarre assumptions of a person's life.

(music from wolf parade's "i'll believe in anything" playing, a person walking through the waves of the ocean, dressed in a walrus costume)

"william was always a lover of uncomfortable moments. even when he seperated himself from the other walruses, he knew he'd be the first to hit the waves. he knew he'd be the one to have his day."

who knows why i have these visions.

god, i love this burt's bees lip balm. it makes my lips smack! and!!! they feel so much softer. the worst thing ever is when you accidently bite into your lip. i did that the other day...and the funniest thing was i tasted blood and thought, "did i bite my fingernails down too far again?" then i looked and noticed they actually are better looking then usual. that's my weirdest dilemma since birth...i can't stop biting my fingernails.
trust me, i've tried everything. none of it works. that stuff you put on your nails that helps you not bite them? yeah. doesn't really work when you have barely any taste or smell. it's funny that i only have like...3 senses. it's sort of fun.

i decided at work today that maybe i should not own a phone anymore. i have no real reasoning behind this idea, except for the fact that i just find myself ignoring my phone on an almost constant basis anyways. maybe i should go back to having only a home line again. while everyone laughed at me for never upgrading in the past, i figure...hey, why not? what has a cell phone got me in the last 1.5 years? lots of extra bills, lots of abilities to call collect (which is a bonus), but a lot of me getting stressed that i am not taking every call at every given moment.
at the same time, i want to learn to accept the phone into my life. i see people that love their phone to the point that they take pictures of themselves with their phone, or use it while driving, or use it to discipline their children and animals with, or whatever. that last part was sort of filled with lies, but this is BESIDES THE POINT! the point is that phones confuse me. i don't want the phone to define me. most importantly, everyone else has a phone anyways. i should be able to use their phones.

oh...and let me just say that jango radio is so fascinating to me. i've been writing so many messages recommending music all week. i've liked it quite a bit. maybe my actual job should be reviewing music....if only that paid the bills...

email i got at work.

Hi Prudence,
I'm an office manager at a very small company, where I work with three other girls. In short, I am much smarter than my co-workers. When one of them asks a dumb question (i.e., "What's so bad about Fox News?"), I try to be sensitive and explain without making them feel stupid. Sometimes, though, I get very frustrated, and it's difficult to hold my tongue. Yesterday, my co-worker's sister came in to visit and announced shamelessly that she had never heard of Craigslist. After she left, I exclaimed to my other co-workers, "I can't believe she's never heard of Craigslist!" My co-workers defended her, saying they had never heard of Craigslist until they moved to New York City. I find this preposterous. I didn't say anything else because I didn't want to come off as a snob (which is probably how I'm coming off in this e-mail; my apologies). How does one handle working with people like this? I could keep my mouth shut and go with the flow, but it makes me feel dumb when I don't speak up—I feel that if I don't acknowledge their stupidity, then I'm not doing my duty as an informed young woman.

—Dumbed Down

Dear Dumbed,
Since you're so knowledgeable, I'll leave it to you to answer the following letter:

Dear Prudie,
The three of us work in a small office with an overbearing braggart who thinks it's her job to constantly tell us how smart she is and how dumb we are. If we say something that indicates we don't agree with her political views, she rolls her eyes and gives us a lecture on how to think. If it comes up that we don't know about some Web site she's familiar with, for example, she sighs and tells us it's impossible to believe that we could be that unsophisticated. Her attitude almost seems to be that she feels it's her obligation to point out how superior she is. In some small way, we feel sorry for her because she's so unlikable, but mostly we just can't bear the sight of her. How do we get her to shut up?

—Sick of the Show-Off