I would like to take the time to state that my life is by no means glamorous. I don't drive a range rover and drink starbucks all day while planning events.

I wish I did, but I don't. Only I don't want one of those new rovers, they are--what the hell were they thinking? ugh.

Stress has taken over my life and I am consumed by it. I don't sleep, I hardly eat (I know, hard to believe). I'm a bitch 105% of the time.

I would kill someone for a day job.

anyone?