Yes, this is my second post today. So much for getting a life.
I did a little research on personal blogs and came to the conclusion that I don’t really have to make my life more interesting. I just have to write about it in such a way that makes it enjoyable to read. Take Bridget Jones for instance. Her life sucks ass. But whoever wrote her sorry ass into existence is making bank.
It’d be a sweet deal to just blog out my ridiculously monotonous existence, and by some spur of incredibly good fortune, be offered a publishing contract (of course, just exclusively publishing this content rather than requiring me to write anything more than a blurb or two in addition because I am a lazyass) so I can shamelessly sell my soul to mass media.
Jen: Why hello there, Warner Brothers! Yes, in fact, movie rights to my blog->book are currently being auctioned. Keep bidding and good luck!
That’s probably not how Hollywood works. I think you have to sacrifice a bull and adopt a few kids from God-knows-where first. Racking up a few DUIs couldn’t hurt either. Come to think of it, I’d probably also have to work on getting rid of my unfashionably anti-modern penchant for N64 in order to appeal to Generation whatever-letter-they’re-on-nowadays.
Also…note to self: stop eating for a while.
