exitstrategy

Now that my friends know that I blog (the ones who know the real girl behind the Spinsta persona), they have this annoying tendency of suggesting blog topics.  But, they don’t suggest current events, or pop culture, or other actual blog topics.  No, instead they suggest that I blog about whatever current disaster has befallen me. For instance, a few weeks ago the Fat Bastard was really getting me down.  He was making me print stuff and run it upstairs to his office because he is too fat and lazy to walk the 10 paces to the printer.  I mean he was like one of those really obese people who can no longer get off the couch and so they need to have their children bring them buckets of chicken and they need to be hoisted up by a crane.  But, that night when I got home from another demoralizing day at work I did not want to joke about Fat Bastard.  When I shared my frustrations with my friends they nearly all said “oh well at least it is something to blog about.”  There were a few who asked “why do the children only bring buckets of chicken?    Or, last week I went to get dessert at Dominick’s.  I decided that I needed to have apple pie.  After searching the bakery, the refrigerator section and the frozen foods, there was no apple pie to be found.  So, I settled on a GIANT piece of carrot cake.  I checked out and paid for my GIANT cake and when the bagger reached for a plastic bag, I stopped her and said “its ok, I don’t need a bag.  I will just carry it.”  ”Ok then,” she said.  ”Is there anything else I can get you?  A fork?  A bib?”‘  I ate the entire GIANT piece and then shared the saga of being outted by the bagger for being a cow.  ”Ha, why do people always say things like that to you.  Well at least it is something to blog about.” If I have a bad date, I am told to blog about it.  If I have no date I am told to blog about.  Or, if I have to sit next to Fat Bastard as he chews loud/breaths loud/ acts in his normal nasty ways, if I have to walk passed a homeless man who laughs at me, if I get told by my mother that I should become a mail order bride, or any other terrible thing that happens to me, I am always told the same advice: blog about it. This has me thinking.  Am I just here to entertain?  To make you all feel better about yourselves?  I am a person too.  I mean hath not a Spinta eyes?  If you prick a Spinsta, does she not bleed? This reference is even more appropriate when I recall that I signed up for weight watchers today.  A pound of flesh!!! 

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