I want to be a talentless hack
I want to be a talentless hack with no backbone or dignity. I want to sell my soul on some superficial, meaningless pap of a television show where I backstab other talentless hacks or get really fat so I can get really thin or just flagrantly become a shallow circus freak of a celebrity so I can have my fifteen minutes at thousands of office water coolers the next day. To have standards so low makes everything else so remarkable and entertaining.
Okay, I don’t really want that, but it’s better odds than getting reincarnated as a golden retriever puppy in the Playboy mansion.