Sometimes I think I am the most boring person on the face of the earth- make that the entire galaxy- or even bigger than that. Then I realize I am. Til I go blog- hopping. (NOT YOU GUYS ON MY LIST) :P
Did you ever wonder how the zombie apocalypse got started? Ponder THIS. Yeah, I bet that's it too.
I don't think I'd be any more of a whack job if I had it all (and yes, I'd be willing to sacrifice myself and my fabulously exciting life in Arkansas and what little sanity and whatnot I still possess to prove my point). I'm thinking send me on tour and I'll get rich and famous for doing NOTHING but tagging along with Nickelback partying all the time with Chad and the guys and let's see if I end up a total raving lunatic. Good plan, huh? If I had a soul, I'd sell it in a heartbeat for that gig. That would make a helluva reality show and is the only one I'd consider doing- and don't steal my idea, I'm going to pitch it myself. ;-)
On the other hand, Ellen and Oprah, from outward appearances at least, are grace under pressure and freaking gorgeous and talented and so maybe I just need a talk show, so I have hair, make-up and music people following me around tossing me $$$ and worshiping the ground I walk on and we can skip the whole raving lunatic part.
Or maybe Tina Turner who is so frackin' amazing with killer legs, talent out the wazoo and shackin' up with some stud.
Come to think of it, maybe it is just that you have to be a female who did NOT get run through the Disney slutmaker machine.