wasted talent

I have a confession to make: I'm a closet Hilary Duff fan. Her songs are catchy, even if the lyrics are terrible. And while I’m at it, I might as well admit I also like The Veronicas. Right now, I’m listening to their new song “When It Falls Apart” and debating whether to google the lyrics… just so I can sing along at work. LN will not be thrilled—she says my “singing” scares the customers.

Today, while I was in the office (aka the storeroom) doing magazine returns, I thought I’d be considerate by closing the door so I could sing my heart out. When I emerged, I asked LN if she heard me, and she nodded with a look of sheer disgust. I noticed a magazine left outside the door… I guess she didn’t want to interrupt my one-person karaoke session.

Clearly, I’m in the wrong industry.

opposites attract

"He wanted to lie in an ecstasy of peace, I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would only be half-alive, he said mine would be drunk. I said I shall fall asleep in his, and he said he wouldnt breathe in mine."

:: Wuthering Heights, By Emily Bronte