Hello. Remember me? It's the self-titled, physiologically misleading as it may be, OneArmGirl.
I'm back from a self-inflicted hiatus from regularity, including any and all blogging––just in case you worried that I was cheating on you with another demographic––and you can probably tell that I am sorely out of shape.
Where did I go, you ask? Scaring small children and drinking lots of coffee, what else? I'm keeping the rest of the story to myself because I like to pretend my life is that important, and I must protect my private life from my own celebrity. Just go with it. After all, I might have just been hiding under my bed for the past two weeks.
I will tell you I've been reading Tina Fey's Bossypants, so if my writing seems extra snarky, that may be why. I was delighted to learn in one of the chapters, that Tina also found a crude comment about herself on a bodybuilding networking site (aka hub for men with big egos and little...). If you'll recall, yours truly found similar remarks (these guys aren't that creative) about herself on a similar site.
So, of course, I concluded that I too must be a famous comedic writer. There is a big part of me that wants very badly to do improv. Surely there is a troupe out there needing a one-armed girl with a solid sense of humor...you can contact my agent (ahem, me) at OneArmGirl@gmail.com. No bodybuilders, please.
Regarding the aforementioned internet rudeness, I'm happy to report that Tina took the high road and refrained from responding to the unsolicited remarks...until she dedicated a whole chapter to it in her book. Or is that she who laughs last...?
Well, here's to many many more,,,
OneArmGirl
I'm back from a self-inflicted hiatus from regularity, including any and all blogging––just in case you worried that I was cheating on you with another demographic––and you can probably tell that I am sorely out of shape.
Where did I go, you ask? Scaring small children and drinking lots of coffee, what else? I'm keeping the rest of the story to myself because I like to pretend my life is that important, and I must protect my private life from my own celebrity. Just go with it. After all, I might have just been hiding under my bed for the past two weeks.
I will tell you I've been reading Tina Fey's Bossypants, so if my writing seems extra snarky, that may be why. I was delighted to learn in one of the chapters, that Tina also found a crude comment about herself on a bodybuilding networking site (aka hub for men with big egos and little...). If you'll recall, yours truly found similar remarks (these guys aren't that creative) about herself on a similar site.
So, of course, I concluded that I too must be a famous comedic writer. There is a big part of me that wants very badly to do improv. Surely there is a troupe out there needing a one-armed girl with a solid sense of humor...you can contact my agent (ahem, me) at OneArmGirl@gmail.com. No bodybuilders, please.
Regarding the aforementioned internet rudeness, I'm happy to report that Tina took the high road and refrained from responding to the unsolicited remarks...until she dedicated a whole chapter to it in her book. Or is that she who laughs last...?
Well, here's to many many more,,,
OneArmGirl
