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this was my myspace blog entry. its just entertaining, apparently.
my life is like a sitcom. or daytime drama. i wish, however, that it was more like an after school special, because those always turn out pleasent. but alas, no.
theres me, the main character. then theres the costars involving people like, but not limited to, brittni and robert and my roommate.
and then theres the guest apperances by everyone else.
and in the mix of this thing i call "my life," weird shit happens. things change rapidly. and then someone gets hit by a bus, sending them into a coma where they hallucinate and then come back to go on a rampage to ruin everyones lives since their motor skills of the entire right side of their body are no longer functioning.
in which case, our main character enters again, becomes involved with the crazy person, and then has a story to tell.
and even though perhaps my part will be small in my own show, i am, alas, the narrator, filling the audience (you) in with what goes on in this so called reality.
so, the current story plot:
people from work. people our heroine meets at work. people she knows already. all intertwined in some sick cycle of drama. and because nothing ever goes the way she hopes it will, the boy that she has a crush on may be her ::gasp!:: new manager. in which case that the boy that she really likes will no longer be able to cuddle with her. leaving her for many lonley nights alone with only her thoughts about bad timing and terrible luck.
so, in her bleakness, she goes to coffee with an unexpecting stranger, who ends up having feelings for her. never a good situation. so our main character loses sleep, becomes flustered, and even worse: confused about the weeks ahead.
enter: drama. exit stage left: all sanity.
and because this is her life, you know it gets more complicated. however, thats for next weeks episode when we do a quick recap of the previous show, and you get to see exactly what happened.
and why, you ask, is life like a sitcom for her?
because i'm me. and thats just the way the cookie crumbles... apparently.
my life is like a sitcom. or daytime drama. i wish, however, that it was more like an after school special, because those always turn out pleasent. but alas, no.
theres me, the main character. then theres the costars involving people like, but not limited to, brittni and robert and my roommate.
and then theres the guest apperances by everyone else.
and in the mix of this thing i call "my life," weird shit happens. things change rapidly. and then someone gets hit by a bus, sending them into a coma where they hallucinate and then come back to go on a rampage to ruin everyones lives since their motor skills of the entire right side of their body are no longer functioning.
in which case, our main character enters again, becomes involved with the crazy person, and then has a story to tell.
and even though perhaps my part will be small in my own show, i am, alas, the narrator, filling the audience (you) in with what goes on in this so called reality.
so, the current story plot:
people from work. people our heroine meets at work. people she knows already. all intertwined in some sick cycle of drama. and because nothing ever goes the way she hopes it will, the boy that she has a crush on may be her ::gasp!:: new manager. in which case that the boy that she really likes will no longer be able to cuddle with her. leaving her for many lonley nights alone with only her thoughts about bad timing and terrible luck.
so, in her bleakness, she goes to coffee with an unexpecting stranger, who ends up having feelings for her. never a good situation. so our main character loses sleep, becomes flustered, and even worse: confused about the weeks ahead.
enter: drama. exit stage left: all sanity.
and because this is her life, you know it gets more complicated. however, thats for next weeks episode when we do a quick recap of the previous show, and you get to see exactly what happened.
and why, you ask, is life like a sitcom for her?
because i'm me. and thats just the way the cookie crumbles... apparently.