Where oh where did my little pet rock go?

I am reaching out to those of you who may, on occassion read the blog. I need to know that you are out there. Please leave me a comment here and there--- just to know that someone, besides me, is laughing at my ridiculousness.

I am not famous. I know, I thought that too. It befuddles me. But, I am not famous. Justin Beiber is famous. Can you explain that to me? I would like to think that I offer the world more than a douchebag haircut on a prebescanet teen ager who likely will never reach the weight I am currently toying with. REALLY? Come one... please let the fact that I shared the humilition of the pirate booze cruise which went so very very wrong, as well as sharing the story that I really needed to fart about 5 minuted into my first full body massage in Beverly Hills. Must I keep humiliating myself in order to gain readership?

Well......being unemployed, I have nothing but humiliation circling my head like moons orbit Jupiter. Today was the first day I put a bra on....in....awhile. So while some girls would say that that it rocks not to have a bra, I gotta tell you that I cannot run without the banana's screaming for mercy. And I watch TV and see that Justin Beiber is famous and likely has made more money during the creation of this blog than I will make this year. This is TERRIBLE. What does he do? Is he a Corey Haim in training? I can remember other teenage douche bags who thought they were untouchable......how many of them do we still know? Mylie Cyrus doesn't count, because she sucks. Hey, what is Tiffany doing these days? What about Debbie (excuse me, Deborah) Gibson doing right now? How about Nu Shooz? But....what can I do? Any suggestions? I am looking for my pet rock, folks. Help....Bueller? Bueller.....something D-O-O economics....Voo doo economics. And did it help? did it help? No it did not help and the united states sank deeper into the great depression.