So, I never thought I would do a blog. "Blogs are lame," my boy toy/husband/inactive collaborator whined, "everyone has a blog. You should write your stupid screenplays."
He's right. I should write my stupid screenplays and everyone does a have a blog. But, it wasn't until it was pointed out that I really love to post images on the Internets of all the horrible and totally preventable bodily accidents, that I realized: not only do I have stupid screenplays to write, but I also have stupid stories to tell! And they all can be filtered through my klutzy, naive, and idiotic behavior. This, I'm sure, is what you (the world) has been waiting for! Me! Talking about my sore back, burns, rashes and bowel movements, or lack thereof.
So, if I've offended you in any way already, you probably don't want to read this blog. But if I haven't, read on! More beautiful sentimental stories about me getting myself into bodily debacles awaits! I promise to entertain, educate, and alleviate all of your pangs and curiosities as to the world of
Nasty Gigi.
(Me on the phone with my bestie as I pull off my dead toe nail. This true story and more of the truest and most sensational stories to come!)
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