What is my brand?
Awesome.
Or so I’d like to make it Awesome.
Why the effenheimer am I worrying about my “brand”? Because those effenheimer Awesome ladies and gents who have a “brand” get to do Awesome stuff. I kinda wanna do that Awesome stuffs, too.
But I don’t have a marketable brand.
“And why is that?,” you ask.
Because I’m lazy my brains don’t work. I can’t seem to connect the puppy dogs & daisies sparks in my head to one another. I have grand plans for myself and my “brand.” We’re gonna travel the conference circuit together, we’re gonna make new friends & keep the old, we’re gonna make handfulls buttloads of money. But those damn puppy dogs & daisies sparks floating around in my brains don’t want to play nice with each other.
It’s either that, or I’m just not smart enough.
We all know that’s not true, cause really, I have a Master’s degree. (shocking, i know) I’m a smart person. I can do things. I can conquer the world! I can have it all!
OK that’s over-doing it a bit.
But what do I do instead of conquering the world? I post pictures of flabby pancake boobs. (Apparently I have body issues, ya think?)
I also apparently use the strike-through button way more than the developers of said strike-through button ever meant for it to be used. I talk in strike-throughs in real life though, and I can’t exactly whisper under my breath when I write now, can I?
My point here, if I have one, is that I’m totally jealous of all those effenheimer women who have a “brand” that is marketable and successful who get to go on Awesome trips and get Awesome stuffs and get paid Awesome real monies. I bet their puppy dogs & daisies brain sparks all connect.
That, or they’re just really good at hiding it.
Now, I need to go lie down and dream of when the puppy dogs & daisies sparks will magically start to meet, and we’ll skip happily ever after into successful bliss of Awesome.
What’s your dream brand? And mind if I steal borrow it?
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I know for a fact I don’t have one. And telling people I am teh awesome, doesn’t seem to be working.
I think all the trips and shiny things are nice, but I also think then people end up loosing writing what they want too. Shrug. Then again, I’d take a trip to someplace anyway.
i wanna stay myself AND get the good stuffs AND stay Awesome.
it’s a hard world we live in.
It could be worse…your brand could be flabby pancake boobs!
Just found your blog – really enjoying it!
Leigh Anne
i’m starting to think my brand is flabby pancake boobs.
You totes have a brand: Miss Grace’s internet girlfriend of hawtness.
P.S., I’m marketing my brand as AWLN’s internet girlfriend. Hope that’s cool.
dude. you can be my sidekick of life.
You are awesome! I think you should be paid millons for showing gross boobs.
i think so too.
I don’t know – I think you not having a brand makes you more real. I find I often stop following a blog that acquires a “brand.” I want to know what people think and feel, or find funny.
i want it ALL. GAH.
I’m brandless as well! Apprarently 30 something single childless chick isn’t good enough!
My dream brand is Justin Timberlake and all of his hotness. You think he’d sponsor me? Cause I would totally let him do whatever he wants to me, you know, as long as he pays me and sends me to conferences and takes me on the occasional trip to foreign countries and awards shows!
oh, that man can make me his own personal sex slave.
You have an immediately identifiable filthy carpet.
…and that’s not a euphemism…
i cleaned my carpet. i also vacuumed.
I’ll punch you with my weenier.
YES, please.
You’re my brand of awesome!! MWAH!!
word to that.