Accepting the Inevitable

I've been writing for collegenews.com for...we'll go with like...maybe 4-5 months. No complaints, minus the cruel online trolls who like to go in there and nitpick, but today was different.

I reached a point where stories about nudity, bad hair, 3D erotica and Facebook murder started to grate on me. I wondered why I spent so much money to go to college only to write about porn. Or Randy Jackson's hair in Journey. Or that curious incident of the dog in the night, or something.

The more I thought about it, the more I understood that I'm catering to a specific audience. A niche of readers, which include a lot of the teens using web browsers to find "Robert Pattinson", read my work because it's what is relevant to their day to day lives. When I go on Google, which is rare as of late, it's usually to look up authors or song titles...so I feel jaded when I see movie stars and nudity spread across Google Trends like lox and cream cheese on a bagel.

I've come to the conclusion that I am Bitchy McBitcherpants. I complain about every little nuance of my existence because it's not exactly what I wanted to do to a T. Instead, what I should do is perform my duties to the best of my ability so that they turn out the way I want them to rather than put it off because it's "icky".

In other news, am making delicious pumpkin cake with apple cider glaze for work on Thursday, if I can manage to get my ass in gear. I figure everyone needs a pick me up. Might also suffice for Friday as there are bagels...and not the cake-like ones you find in the Midwest, but real NYC bagels!

*drool*

And I thought my diet started LAST week...