Reality check
I always wanted to write a book. About me of course, because I’m intensely self absorbed. But then I realize how unrealistic of a goal that is considering the following:
1.) I don’t even have enough material to maintain this tumblr
2.) My Catholic Guilt (read: parents) would prevent me from writing anything truly funny/ telling in fear of further Catholic Guilt being thrust upon me). Don’t think the idea of a pseudonym hasn’t crossed my mind. If I used one, it would be Barry Velterwoodzen.
3.) I’ve been trying to start an actually blog for a while now, but can’t, because I can’t settle on a name, and if I don’t have a good name there’s no way I’m doing it. Previous contenders were “Bacon Bits” and “My Cat is a Frigid Bitch”. (I’m still open to suggestions)
4.) I’m lazy and will ignore this when I think of another hobby that I won’t intend on actually legitimately pursuing, for fear or being mediocre at it and forcing people to have to lie to me. (See new $600 camera)
5.) My grammar, spelling, and punctuation are truly truly terrible. Something I’ve never mastered and if not for proofreaders, I would have been fired long ago.
6.) Lastly and most importantly I’m far too lazy.
