The Other, Not As Rad, Lauren Ziemski
Hey, Twitter followers:
It has come to my attention that there is another Lauren Ziemski out there and that she’s an actress living in California and that she Twitters. And that you may have thought she was me, so you started following her, and she’s on to you. So sorry to disappoint, but I have not signed up for a Twitter account yet. My iPhone is in the shop (on the shelf, unbought) and, well, do you really want to know what I had for breakfast? Oh, wait. You’re the Internets. OF COURSE you want to know what I had for breakfast.
Anywho, I Googled my name and this other Lauren Ziemski showed up first in line. Who would have thought there were two of us? Maybe there is even a THIRD Lauren Ziemski out there, some uber-creative woman with tons of devoted fans who want to know via Twitter what she’s having for breakfast. Alas, I am none of these Lauren Ziemskis. And I am definitely not as rad as the actress, Lauren Ziemski. She says so right here:
I am not a stunning actress having a wine pairing party hosted by an amazing chef on Venice Beach. In fact, I am sitting slumped in my office chair, listening to sound of the garbage truck down the street, drinking tea with a moody name like “Earl Grey Skies”, or something like it, and Googling my own name. That’s right. I am Googling my own name. I don’t have anything else to do with my time today. That’s what you do in 2009 when you’re bored. You try to find yourself on the Internet. That last statement is a hot mess of potential philosophical discussion designed for some we-don’t-give-out-grades school, but we don’t have time to talk about ideas here. We are busy posting about what we ate for breakfast.