Today I was talking with my friend, which I nicknamed "Love Nugget." We were talking about my life long dream of having a talk show. This is clearly because my family expects everything out of my older sister who is aspiring to be a doctor, while I have acquired the dream of being paid to eat Pizza Hut Calzones while watching t.v. simultaneously. My Love Nugget (L.G. for short and laziness reasons) were talking about how I would go about getting a talk show. L.G. suggested becoming an Oprah like figure. I decided that road was not for me. Too intimidating naturally. Obviously, I could go down the model road any time I wished, but I decided that the fame and fortune would eventually get boring. Duh. So my only option left was to vent my furious feelings into a blog that is anonymous so that I don't get stalked. Again. Thanks a lot, Hannah Montana. I told you I would put that restraining order against you. Oh, I promised you. Next time, try to fight the Climb of security.
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