I am so famous.

I have a job now. I'm a freelance writer slash newspaper columnist, kind of like model slash actress, without the hotness and cocaine. If you're into this sort of thing (you, know, stuff about me!), take a look at my first column in this week's Free Times. I'll do one a month, with a recipe, using local food as often as possible. This month's is about filet mignon.

My parents will be so happy, because they were sick of having me tell everyone I was a fitness instructor (which is true) after they paid for all that education. "Writer" sounds pretty clever, n'est-ce pas? My husband is already planning what to wear to the Oscars when I'm nominated for my screenplay. I don't have the heart to tell him I'm not planning on taking him. Or writing a screenplay.

Namasté, y'all!