The Over-Educated Nympho

I’m taking a break from posting tonight (or at least posting anything long, which has become the norm lately) so that I can devote some time to one of those two super-secret writing projects I mentioned in last night’s post. I’m done being scared. Time to act. Granted I’ve said this before, but that was before I faced The MOM. Being able to keep going after that shows promise. No one’s rejection can haunt me–or motivate me–like hers.

Let’s hope that this becomes one of the “make it” moments I will remember years from now. Let’s also hope that years from now my mother will tell me I was wise for ignoring her.

I have a really embarrassing confession to make. Some of you may have already figured this out on your own, and I must thank you for keeping it quiet. I love reality tv. Tonight was the finale of The Seach for the Next Pussycat Doll (BOOO TO ASIA!! CHELSEA SHOULD HAVE WON, YOU BIG MEANIE. LEARN TO FUCKING SMILE.). I’ve been looking forward to this all day week. I even ordered pizza and drank a beer (beer #5 of the six-pack that has been in my fridge since October). Nothing is more delightful than watching beautiful girls get judged while I’m stuffing my face.

[Okay, DO NOT LEAVE YET. I APOLOGIZE SOMEWHAT SINCERELY FOR THE BABBLING. DO NOT NAVIGATE AWAY FROM MY PAGE. (you see the bold font? RESPECT THE BOLD.) I have a point that goes much deeper than my extremely lame adoration for catty crap-tv like The Search for the Next Pussycat Doll and America’s Next Top Model. And since I’m already knee-deep in confessions: I used to watch The Apprentice. Back when it was still good. Now they’re camping in tents or some shit? Even my extreme lameness has limits, yo.]

One of the redeeming and rewarding moments of watching shows of this sort is that you see people going after their dream with with so much heart and determination. It’s admirable. Even if their dream is to strut around in a sequin mini-dress and wear false eyelashes that sparkle under the disco ball (and who doesn’t want to be a drag queen on some level?)–they’re putting themselves out there and trying so hard that my heart aches for them. What’s most inspiring is how some people get so far by sheer determination alone. I watch in awe and wonder if my persistence is remotely close.

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