Let’s be honest: I hate writing. Ok, I don’t hate it per say, but I am not good at it. Therefore, I don’t like it. Because I suck at it. I mean, just look at the effing title of this blog post. Original, I know.
So why I started this to begin with is still a mystery. But I don’t think that using twitter as a means to let all my witty and sarcastic comments come out is very productive. There is only so much I can write in 140 characters or less. So, I ask? Who the fuck thought that 140 characters was a suitable number to write your thoughts and ideas? Whoever that genius is, please send him/her my way because let me tell you, writing a tweet can be hard work sometimes. And it’s not like I can write everything on facebook. Facebook is now a your unofficial resume. You never know who is watching. Plus, I talk a lot, which means that I can write a lot. Which means that I needed a blog. Because I have thoughts. Apparently. Or at least according to my brain and all of the thinking it does during my 15 min walk from home to work every morning. And then the other 15 min from work to home every evening. Lots of stuff in there, not just tumbleweeds. Surprised?
And the title of this blog is in no reflection what I will write about. Pocket full of sunshine? Really? If anybody thinks that the world is a pocket full of sunshine with rainbows and love, then that person must live in a Disney movie. The old Disney movies, like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
So why I started this to begin with is still a mystery. But I don’t think that using twitter as a means to let all my witty and sarcastic comments come out is very productive. There is only so much I can write in 140 characters or less. So, I ask? Who the fuck thought that 140 characters was a suitable number to write your thoughts and ideas? Whoever that genius is, please send him/her my way because let me tell you, writing a tweet can be hard work sometimes. And it’s not like I can write everything on facebook. Facebook is now a your unofficial resume. You never know who is watching. Plus, I talk a lot, which means that I can write a lot. Which means that I needed a blog. Because I have thoughts. Apparently. Or at least according to my brain and all of the thinking it does during my 15 min walk from home to work every morning. And then the other 15 min from work to home every evening. Lots of stuff in there, not just tumbleweeds. Surprised?
And the title of this blog is in no reflection what I will write about. Pocket full of sunshine? Really? If anybody thinks that the world is a pocket full of sunshine with rainbows and love, then that person must live in a Disney movie. The old Disney movies, like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
By the way, does anybody else feel offended that they used the word dwarf? Way to educate Walt. ANYWAYS, Sunshine. In pocket. All fake. Well, not all fake but not all real. Either you live in fantasy world or you smoke pot. A lot. In which case, then the world IS a pocket full of sunshine for you. Aren’t you lucky?
The title didn’t come because I was looking to be all nice and cute and use metaphors and all that crap. No, I simply didn’t know what to call it. So, what did I do? I emailed The Roommate for questioning. And he simply replied with Pocket Full of Sunshine. Why? Because I have been singing and singing and shouting and humming such song with such name thanks to a movie we saw over the weekend. And there is this hilarious clip about it. The girl hates the song at first and eventually turns to liking it. Doesn’t that happen to everyone like, ALL the time? I mean, I listen to stupid Tick Tock song by stupid wannabe singer. I hated it! I still do! But somehow, every time it comes on the radio, I sing all the lyrics and turn up the volume. I blame all the subliminal messages that must be hiding in that song. Either that or I really like this garbage of a song and I just don’t care to admit it. I think I will go with option A.
So, lets all thank the hilarious clip and my inability to stop singing a song over and over and over and over again until I annoyed the heck out of people.
And to be honest, The Roommate was annoyed by me and my pocket full of sunshine repertoire so it was meant to be a sarcastic reply to what I should name the blog. But, I was desperate for a name and I figured I could use it to my advantage. Maybe. Sorta. End of the story.
Now, go watch the video! And you will like it! And you will laugh and replay it over and over. And if you don't, don't bother coming here again.
