Unstilting

Have been informed that writing style on blog is stilted. Am in full agreement. Decided I am exceedingly busy and therefore am half-assed toward bloggery duties. Am tempted remain "stilted" out of sheer stubbornness. Then friend pointed out stilted bloggery makes readers believe standard writing of fiction also tedious.

Right. Am therefore unstilting.

Mind you, I remain ever myself and change only as it suits my purposes. I'll find my stride soon enough.

Other shit: I sent off interview questions to John and am awaiting his reply. I can hardly wait for the responses. John is quite a big deal in the modelling industry.

New neighbor, W-r seems taken with M. Might there be love in the air this spring? It is also possible that Mi is not as please as I. I'm not sure if glower was directed at Ma or W-r as we waited for elevator yesterday morning.

Note to self: "Mia, loosen up."

Sorry, did you say something?

Got loaded with paperwork at office. Have decided that scanning systems were created by sadists. It is not possible that so many financial reports are blurred by the applicant. Scanning department must secretly find great delight in making us squint an inch from the screen. Believe I have a permanent scowl and squinty eyes. Perhaps I have a worker's compensation claim.

Other shit: John A., model-if you needed clarification-has agreed to interview. Am working up questions now. Anything you care to know?

Note to self: "Mia, make sure to request several sample photos from John for interview purposes."