The chick that got a publishing contract for her blog

I'm sure you've read of her, i think it's something along the lines of: blogging and the city.
No doubt a cyber Bridget Jones' Diary.
I was thinking about this, and i have come to a conclusion as of who this chick is. Here she is, in all her glory:

Michelle will be most probably a middle to upper class american, born in a nice quiet city with tree-lined streets and an over-excess of teenagers. However, in the midst of her teenage years her parents force her to move to New York, as her father, a highly successful, albeit present, lawyer lands his dream job, at only 45 years of age. Ah yes, young parents, the mother being more of a friend than a parent in fact.
Michelle is average height, average weight (unlike her Bridget Jones counterpart, American teenagers are never overweight, havn't the movies told us that much??), with fluffy blonde hair (natural, of course..), with a smattering of freckles on her nose- enough to be cute, not enough to be obscene, and glasses. Gucci frames, darling, however no prescription. Plain glass lenses, because we dont really have an eye-sight problem, it's all about ssophhistication.
Anyway, they go with the law degree Daddy bought. Got to look the part, thats 99% of the business.

Michelle came across this blog thing as a research project- if a man really speaks the truth with a mask on. Under the pseudonym SexyCityGirl05 she discovered this is indeed the case. Michelle could say absolutely anything about her teenage, now early 20's angst- those bitches not charging her frappamocchafuckachino to their "charge card", Daddy's new girlfriend who's prettier and younger than her, and that hot guy at the club the other night who could well have impregenated her.

This is the stuff of works of art, she decared one snowy evening.
And that, as they say, is that.

I am such a yobbo

It's 11:30am Mondee morning, and here i am, having a good laugh at the emails i'm receiving because someone signed me up to adultfriendfinder, sitting in my boxers, drinking a long-neck, listening to the domestic occuring at the house out the back.

I wish someone would go down to the bakery and get me a meat pie for breakkie.

mmmm... pie.

Art

I have an amazing picture in my head i would like to see on a canvas.
However i don't have the proper head-hand artistic connections.
I am artistically autistic (what an amazing application of alliteration).

skimboarding

I bought a skimboard.
I didnt know what a skimboard was when i bought it.
I havnt been skimboarding yet.
I looked up some photos of what skimboarding is.
I am scared of skimboarding.
I am pretty sure i will result in broken bones when i give my skimboard a go.

Silly me.

Caution: Excessive consumptions may induce laxative effects.

Sounds like a challenge to me.