Ok, while I know that is not entirely true, I nearly threw up my lunch today reading a little tidbit on Wonderwall (an admission I loathe to make, but hey, I was bored and I brought my lunch from home today. What-ev.)
So, there I was, with my nectarine and plum, happily dripping juice down my chin (there is no lady-like way to eat fruit, trust me on this) and reading my daily dose of entertainment noise when there it was. Snooki has a friggin' book deal! With Simon and Schuster, no less! I actually gagged.
Apparently she intends to write a beach tome entitled "A Shore Thing". Oh, sorry. That sound you heard was me throwing up a little in my mouth.
I guess this literary masterpiece will be about a plucky, yet determined gal happily working her way down every rod on the shoreline in her singleminded dream to be the biggest slut on reality tv this side of the Mason-Dixon line. No? Oh, that's already being done? Oh, I have heard of the Real Housewives of Atlanta. Sorry. Oh, they have a book deal too? Of course they do. How silly of me. **Sigh** And that sound you heard was me realizing that even as I hate her I am about as jealous of her as I can be. She figured out a way in. Good for her.
Maybe there's a book in this somewhere....hmmm?
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