I think there’s something to be said for being incredibly sexy. I mean, people just seem to think that’s all you are. You’re treated like a piece of meat, or some object to be stared at. You’re no longer a person, but instead a thing that people desire. Being sexy is a hard life. You’re forced to get up in the morning, look in the mirror, and say to yourself, “Man, you are hot.” Then you have to go the rest of the day knowing that people around you are thinking the same thing in their head about you. It’s horrible.
I’m obviously saying this from experience, of course. Haha. It’s a hard life, let me tell you. But I’m really not sure why I started writing that. It just popped into my head. I suppose it’s better than the alternative – writing down another one of those “I’m not quite sure what to write about. Today was an average day, blah blah blah.” I get pretty bored of those, but hey, when you have nothing else to write about, you improvise. At least I do. Speaking of improvisation, I’m hungry.