"Story of my life"

2 posts in one day again, Julia? You're weak.
Actually you just have no life.

Ok, getting to the point, I just read a post on Kassandra's Bees Knees blog and I thought "story of my life." because there was a lot in that single post that I could relate to a lot. I wanted to comment, but I didn't really have anything to say that wouldn't seem attention whore-y. I mean, I hate when you're pissed and you talk to someone and they totally turn the attention to themselves, like "oh yeah my life is soooo horrible too, give me attention even though I should be the one talking you out of severe depression" or something so I didn't want to do that.

Anyway, I read this post, thought "story of my life" and then thought "dude, what if my life was a story?". Sometimes I feel like it is, like whenever random cliche crap happens, or I find myself narrating in my mind. Then again, if my life were a story, I think the author probably would have had enough sense to make me British and not friggin American. But honestly, from all this blogging shenanegans I can definitely see the appeal of writing an autobiography. Not that I would ever write one, my life is wayyy to lame, and I'm not a famous politician, so yeah...

gahhh I have no life today.