Tuesday, June 26, 2007

I woke up this morning and something just didn't seem right.
There wasn't a strange man in my bed or anything, but something was just off. It was in the middle of my shower that I realized what was missing.

The fact that I am not famous.

Now don't get me wrong. I'm not completely unknown. There are a few websites (big ones even) where you can see a picture of my smiling face. But as it stands, Kathy Griffin is more famous than I am and this is a situation that needs to be rectified immediately. For fucks sake, paparazzi were lined up to see Paris Hilton getting out of jail, instead of waiting outside my apartment for me! I'll also have you know, that while Paris was getting out of jail, you all missed a great photo op of me sleeping and drooling on myself. You snooze you lose, bitches.

So, I've decided to make some lifestyle changes that will push me into the upper echelon of famous people. They are, as follows.

1. I have decided to stop wearing underpants immediately. I don't care if its -30, in the middle of winter and I still live in Chicago. No underwear. This has worked for really famous people more than once, and my doctor has assured me that it's unlikely I'll catch something riding on the metra sans underpants.

2. I will get drunk at wildly inappropriate times. I do, however, refuse to vomit on myself. However, expect to see me stumbling over myself with a blood alcohol level that rivals my IQ.

3. I will develop a drug problem that is obvious to everyone, and somehow manage to convince my mother that I'm really sober, despite the pictures of me and some unidentified female getting higher than Robert Downy Jr on a bender in a bathroom.

4. I will never actually work, but somehow people will pay me a lot of money for being beautiful.

5. I will start a bitch fight with some cute blonde for shits and giggles. This person will be less famous than me and will somehow be a threat to the awesomeness that is my image. I will then crush her under my stiletto.

6. I will wear ridiculous shoes all the time. Four inches will be the height of the smallest heel I own, and I will wear them everywhere. Grocery shopping, the gym, you name it.

7. I will stop wearing makeup outside the house during the day to make sure that you can all see that I look like I was hit in the face with a shovel when I don't wear makeup.

8. I will bring my Pomeranian, Zoe, with me wherever I go. Because she's my baby.

9. I will change my hair color more than is reasonable, or logical.

10. I will get a nose job. Despite the fact that my nose is just fine the way it is, I will have the entire thing overhauled.

11. I will never eat again. Ever. Size zero, here I come! And when I ultimately get treatment for my eating disorder, I will bulk up to a size two. No larger.

12. I will have whirlwind romances with various attractive men I've never heard of simply because they make a better accessory than a purse. I will eventually become engaged when I find one whose name I can't pronounce.

13. I will allow you to take pictures of me while I go shopping. Specifically grocery shopping, to make you all think that I've actually eaten since 1992.

14. I will go to high profile places and then try to hide under my coat, because like my dog, if I hide my face, you can't see me.

15. I will make sure that my best friend is famous as well. We will have some falling out, and to ensure that we both remain famous, I will become very good friends with Perez Hilton.

16. I will drive my car as much as possible to increase the chances of you following me home so you can stalk me there. Don't say I never worked with you.

See, loyal reader, the effort I am going to put forth to make myself famous for you? Now all I ask in return is that you start following me everywhere and taking pictures of me so I can whine about it.

Is that so much to ask?

Paris Hilton better watch out, there's a new bitch in town.

7 comments:

joe said...

will we have to wait very long to see pictures of your crotch and nipples on the internet?

minijonb said...

whatevs... i've been stalking you for years, years i say!!! and you haven't even tried to get a restraining order on me yet. i'll forgive you if you take me to the top of your celebrity heights...

Clare said...

I didn't even know. You've obviously been doing a piss poor job.

DF said...

You know Perez Hilton has been shut down. SHUT DOWN I SAY! Damn the man!

HDIC, Head Dick In Charge said...

Let me know how that works out for you. You have too much talent to get famous the easy way. Only morons, whores, and douche bags (or the children of morons, whores, and douche bags) get famous that way.

Albatross said...

You could add

17) I'll make sure everyone knows I'm famous by wearing ginormous 1970's-style face-hiding sunglasses everywhere I go in public. I will never be able to put away the sunglasses because they will be larger than the interior of my purse.

BTW Perezhilton.com seems to still be up...

The one and only said...

You are my new BFF.