Oh what the hey

I'm deeply disappointed I am not a celebrity yet; I figured my one chance would be writing. I could edit the author photograph and look semi-normal. Alas, I can't write and the rock star career doesn't seem to be eventuating. What to do? I'll never be popular, good looking, witty or, as I have discovered, have a glamourous and thus worthwhile job. I'm fielding suggestions for alternate careers in which you don't need to have talent or looks to get ahead. Damn, that rules out trophy wife, and they don't pay people to navel gaze.
So here I am, not really good at anything; I'm stuck in Dunedin and in a life that promises to be unremarkable. Damn society for raising my expections, and damn me for just being intelligent enough to be aware of my limitation. I wish Jim Flynn had advocated birth control in the water supply earlier, non existence would be so much simpler.
Apropos of the above, it could be suggested that he is being self interested, after all, he is called Jim "A for a lay" Flynn in some circles. I wonder if he was secretly representing the interests of a large group of sleazy university lecturers? Which brings me to another area in which I have proven inadequate; none of my lecturers hit on me...the logistics of it all puzzle me. Perhaps people are just overcome by passion as a way of evading really boring areas of study. Management and Economics lectures must be a hot bed of vice.