daringtobe's Diaryland Diary

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Never to be Famous

I was thinking on the way home tonight, would I really like to be famous, a celebrity of sorts. Now mind you, my comute home is a long one, hence the daydreaming, but to make myself feel better I came up with some reasons NOT to become a celebrity:

1. Having to look beautiful all the time and in constant fear that the Inquirer will snap a shot of me coming out of liquer store with no make up on, and old cardigan sweater, tube socks, smoking a cigarette.

2. Having to smile - constantly. I am not a smiler. Or at least a sincere one.

3. Having someone take what I said out of context, and thusly appearing even more stupid than I already am. And then having it blurbed on all the TV shows - so I can then look like an ass over, and over, and over again.

4. Having my weight documented publicly. I mean I stress enough now, but I couldn't stand everyone looking at my ass, judging it, measuring it with their eyes.

5. Having to get plastic surgery to look younger and my face appearing as if part of it is stretched behind each of my ears and my lips looking abnormally large.

Those are my 5 reasons for not becoming a celebrity. Plus the fact I have absolutely no talent whatsoever. I never said I had deep thoughts when driving.

Good Night!

7:45 p.m. - 2003-10-28

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