A wise man once said, “You’re on, kid.” (Who’s to argue Paul Newman’s wisdom, anyway?)
Stepping into “the real world” isn’t as easy as the true stories of seven strangers picked to live in a house, work together and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when people stop being polite and start getting real make it sound.
What? I have a job? A real-world, true-life, I-can’t-go-out-it’s-a-work-night job? Mornings will be dedicated to working on my great American novel, or collection of stories about my celebrity husbands … or more blog entries about less interesting things than even this.
My plan isn’t to ream out the latest blockbuster hit. Or to tell anyone why they should endorse Hillary or Barack, or, God forbid, McCain. I don’t want to repeat the same stories floating through people’s Google Readers or their subscriptions to Us Weekly. Everyone wants to change the world.
Good night and good luck. God speed and God bless.
XOXO,
Me
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