FREAKY JOURNALISM FRIDAY!!!!!!
I described at length how crazypants it would be to live with my college hippie friend Abi in previous posts. We would have been (and still are, in fact) a modern version of the old couple. She is a free spirit, while I prefer to keep my soul shackled to my paycheck as I continue my quest in pursuit of the almighty dollar. (For example, today, my boss told me never to volunteer to do charity work because it's a pain in the ass. "Don't worry about me volunteering," I responded, "because I don't care about anything.") Anyway, it didn't work out and I ended up moving in with an Editorial Assistant I met at my last internship.
Not only did she give me the opportunity to move into a fabulous apartment in a neighborhood that doesn't scare the shit out of me (I'm looking at you, Williamsburg), she also helped me get the contact information of my boss back when she was looking to fill my current position, which set the stage for my perfect interview and subsequent hiring. Moral of the story, without this girl, I'd probably be homeless and jobless, sitting outside of the grocery store, asking people for spare change.
Luckily, this wasn't the case. As you know, I'm in love with my job and my lyfe, and to supplement my income, I've been lucky enough to be able to begin to freelance for the magazine I used to intern for, which happens to be the magazine my roommate works for. Interestingly enough, said roommate freelances for the magazine I work for.
And after considering this for I moment, I realized something:
WE'RE LIVING IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE.
Cue the science-y sound effects.
One day, not long from now, I hypothesize that our lives will turn into a version of Freaky Friday, except it will be Freaky JOURNALISM Friday. In living my day as her, I will enjoy being able to see over people of the average height (she's kind of tall) and revel in the fact that for one day, I can actually pull off short hair, like I've always dreamed of. In living her day as me, she will realize that there's a direct correlation between being a lesbian and watching ridiculous amounts of episodes of The Simpsons, and that making borderline insubordinate comments to your boss is tons of fun (don't go too far!).
The really funny part of our Freaky Journalism Friday would be when the day came to an end and we both would recall this Toothpaste For Dinner cartoon that pretty much sums our respective days up:
And then we would laugh. But it will be the laughter of JOURNALISTS.