Honestly Is The Best Policy

Ok, I’m just gonna come out with it…I’m in a funk. I can’t quite put my finger on it but I think it has something to do with a lack of exercise and the over indulgence of Pizza, Booze and Sweets. I know, I know the only person that can help me, is me. I’m even reading the most amazing Junkie memoir and it’s not making me feel better about myself. WTF? My life should be a cake walk (is that even an expression?) compared to David Carr’s in Night Of The Gun…which I highly recommend btw! But seriously girls, every morning for the past week I go to Emilia’s desk first thing and complain I have nothing to wear and explain in depth my crisis getting dressed every morning. I think I even bitched to someone that was interviewing for a job this afternoon. It’s def the belly fat which is leading to a bit of a downward shame spiral which leads to “F*ck The World gimme another stack of Oreo’s and A Papa Johns Pizza, stat!”. OMFG, I need to get a grip! So that’s what’s going on, as I sip a Dewar’s and Ginger and nibble on a cookie, that is what’s going on. Do I need Yoga, acupuncture, Inspiration, a muse, a facial, a massage, a hug, an exorcism, a new hair style or all of the above? 

Sarah Morrison is a bitch.

I knew none of these people at the time of this photo! Then I slept over there houses, went to their office, hugged them bunches, blogged a lil, and they eventually let me stay! Thanks Missbehave!

If asked to classify my personality I would call myself “a really nice girl.” If you asked my friends they would probably call me annoying and reference my ADD. I am OK with that. I feel there is a fine line between the two, three, whatever.

I have 30,000 Myspace friends. I have added none of them. My name is Sarah Morrison and I am people person. I was born with a frightening ability to be able to talk to almost anyone about anything/less than nothing. If you approach me, 20 minutes later you will wish you hadn’t.  I talk to homeless people on the streets. Dudes in 711s. After a few drinks, those that arrived with me can not find me. I am doing shots in the Cinespace kitchen with the barbacks or talking to some 18 year old Myspace friend who never got into the club outside. I stress out those that know me, for this reason. 9am 5am, no difference… I drive my friends just as insane.  Read more »