For my birthday, some days ago, Rich surprised me (GOD! I HATE surprises....) with a mandatory interview with the powers that be at Big Brother. It seems they were having an open casting call close to us.
I was told I had to have three head shots and a quick 2 minute interview video for the dudes that be.
Luckily, we had three feet of ice and that fiasco was rescheduled due to the Gods, Angels and my lack of rolling with the flow.
Suffice it to say, Rich will NOT let me go another season of Big Brother claiming, "I am the Queen of the World! and "I could totally outwit those asswhipes in my sleep..."
In gathering my thoughts and feelings about the interview in three weeks, I wanted to have a different slant on the interview process. Something like being in control when we all know I am never in control of my shit and sure as hell not in control of me.
I have to make a two-ish minute video about myself. How I would be the better fat-assed, old-as-fuck contestant in way too fucking tight, spandex, athletic, compression shorts while riding a gigantic slippery banana - to prove all the while, this game is a mind-fuck and I SO WANT TO BE THE PLAYER IN THIS GAME!!
So, what you say? If you were the non-judging type, and would be willing....... Would you be willing to give me 20 seconds of video time to prove that "me" and old as fuck women like me, would be a great candidate for this show?
Because I believe I would be a good sport......
Life is a big 'ol game of bullshit. This opportunity would be bigger than just a game for me and the fam because of the monies, but in the end... it is a game about life, sorta - quite a few opposites and alike people are shoved together, even if they don't like themselves but they want you to like them. or they like themselves way too much but still want you to like them and you don't like them but you don't want them to know you don't like them.
Yeah, life in it's truest form.