One warm afternoon, Judy and I were sitting on the couch, sipping our coffee, staring into space, being quiet, and enjoying the traffic noise from outside. This is why I like spending time with Judy, becuase we don't need to talk to have a good time, which suits me well. Especially in a lazy afternoon like this.
But Judy broke the silence.
Judy says, Sherry?
Sherry says, Hm?
Judy says, You know, I read from somewhere that people born on September 21st are suited to become writers
Sherry says, oh really?! That's exciting, does that mean I might be able to be a writer too?
Judy says, Yeah
And I got all excited because I'm reading this novel about a writer who travels to Ireland and has lots of fun there (yep that's the only reason).
Sherry says, Sounds perfect! What kind of writer should I become then? Romance writer? Science-fiction author? Fiction novelist? Steig Larsson? Kate Morton? or even Haruki Murakami?
Judy says, wellll.... I was thinking more about a BLOGGER
Sherry says, I will give you 40 seconds to collect your belongings and get out of my apartment.
