I had another one of those retarded thoughts of "If I was a celebrity..." and what if the paparazzi was coming after me? I know what I would do. If I went outside and started to get mauled with the flashing of lightbulbs, I would go back inside real quick. I would run to my digital camera. I would go back outside and start taking pictures of them taking pictures of me. Reason #1: It just seems funny to me. Like when I made an abstract painting of an abstract painting. Reason #2: As soon as they started putting my picture on those awful tabloids, I would create a website. It would be of my pictures of the paparazzi. If they said mean things about how fat I am, I would say mean things about them. It would be childish, but amusing to me. If they asked me rude questions, I would return the favor. Eventually some people would catch on to my website, and then people would understand why I am famous. It's not because I am wicked hot or super skinny, it is because I am so darn funny in a strange way. The few people who get my sense of humor would admire me all the more, and who cares about the others?
By the way, glad you guys liked my calendar. And I'm not sure I want Melissa pulling out my hair...you claim it's for DNA art, but I'm thinking you just want to clone me...I mean, I am pretty cool.
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I wouldn't necessarily need to pull it out... hair falls out on it's own...
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