So, I'm still thinking how cool it would be to have a movie made about my life. Obviously, I haven't done anything to merit it....yet. However, there are a couple of routes I could take.
1.) The Victim. I don't really see myself in the whole "cut down in the prime of her life" role, though. I don't want to have to have my family having to seek justice or anything. Also, I would like to live to see the premiere. I don't look good in blood, either.
2.) Whistle Blower. I am not really cut out to be Erin Brockovitch. What am I going to do? Bring down the plastic baggie industry because kid's sandwich bags aren't sealing in freshness or maybe the glue stick conglomerates beacuse the fumes are dropping kids like cops in the beginning credits of Quincy. I did have an aide go to sleep in my classroom floor once, but that's another story.
So, what's left? Maybe a wacky comedy of errors? If it makes it to theatres (which I sincerely doubt) I'm lobbying for Renee Zellwegger to play me. However, I'll probably have to settle on that girl who played the desk clerk in episode 67 of Barettta. She needs the money to buy a pride jazzi wheelchair.
Who do you want to play you?
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