It started off with me freaking out at my sales director. I swear Mary Kay is a cult. They say one thing then do the other leading me to believe I am not my own boss after all. Second, Davy Jones died. I am still mourning. I loved him since I was 5. The Monkees are dying off on me. Third, my focus screen needs to be replaced…61 dollars down the drain. I wrote them a mean e-mail. Fourth, Snooki is pregnant. The last thing I need is a snooki spawn running around. Fifth, I’ll keep to myself.