tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70829546360261328522011-08-01T03:09:34.058-04:00You ever watch a movie with Laura Dern in it, and there is some scene that is supposed to be all moving and painful, but she starts crying and it ends up making the scene kind of funny?megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601491810532076884noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7082954636026132852.post-76692621895502564342009-02-22T16:08:00.000-05:002009-02-22T16:32:45.903-05:00I aways thought personal blogs were immodest and arrogant, which is why I'm surprised it took me this long to start one. I am thirty years old. Most of those thirty years were spent dreaming about being something. Anything. But like Franny Glass, I was sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. Today I can proudly admit that I am a nobody. I live in Hamilton, sometimes referred to as the 'armpit of Ontario', and that's ok. I build pallet orders in a warehouse. That's ok too. Sometimes I drive a forklift.<br /><br />Just because I know a good movie when I watch one or a nice purse when I see one or a clever book when I read one does not mean I could ever create anything that I'd ever appreciate. For a while I'd get mad when a great song came out because I did not write it. This is no way of living.<br /><br />I know I will never go down in History for anything. Another monkey could fill in for me at my job. But nobody, nobody can tell my stories like I tell them. So here, for everyone to read, are my stories. Thanks -Megan<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7082954636026132852-7669262189550256434?l=lauradernscryface.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601491810532076884noreply@blogger.com0