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Like my title? I do.

I just read Wendy Molyneux's blog, "Fake Interviews With Real Celebrities." I don't know if she'll be reading my blog, and if she does I hope she doesn't mind me mentioning this... oh well, sorry Wendy!

I'm simply hysterically entertained. I read one of her older posts, her therapist dialog. It makes me desperately and impossibly hope that I might be a writer some day. Can one make a living off McSweeny's? Since I know I don't have the attention span for a book. I know I'll have enough awkward erotic encounters, uncomfortable conversations with my parents, droves of stalkers and ex-boyfriends, and accounts of pouring sugar in bitches' engines to write about by the time I'm out of high school and college. And I do assume that my life will be full of quirk and oddity to perhaps entertain others with my escapades retold in witty rhetoric.

But then again I don't know if I'm that funny.... or clever. Damn.
I have trouble combining humor into serious writing. I can write seriously, and I can talk humorously, and even ramble humorously, but I have trouble using humor effectively in an organized work. I guess its something I need to improve on.
Lemme know Wendy.

If I can't be a writer, oceanography would be okay. English major or biology major? I'm so versatile, I know.

Peace.