23-Feb-2006

Today I had lunch with Music Assistant, aka the girl who hooked me up with Season One of "Roswell."  Now, any of you who know me will know that I freak out at the slightest sign of a catastrophe - I lightly bump the parking garage wall at work, I expect to find the entire structure crumpled in a heap when I return the next morning; my credit report can't be accessed, I'm being erased as a person.  But here's the thing I discovered about Music Assistant.  Not only does she have the hook-up when it comes to DVDs and other TV fanatic paraphenalia, but she grew up in Inglewood.  And we all know what that means... that's right, folks.  Over chicken lasagna and steamed vegetables, Music Assistant mentioned that she used to be in a gang.  And I am officially trying to adopt her philosophy on stress. 

"Whenever things start to get a little hectic for my boss, I try to put it in perspective.  Sure, you might not have gotten that Black Eyed Peas song you wanted for Big Momma's House 2, but at least you've never been stabbed."