While I was getting in the shower the other day, my thoughts went something like this:
I would hate to be President of the United States. What an awful job. Although I guess if someone came up to me and was like, “Please, Brenna, we really need you to do this,” and then I would be like, “Well, if there is no one else….” But then I’d be in trouble because I know nothing about politics or anything so I’d just have to use common sense and tell people what I think. I’m sure that would work.
Why the hell am I thinking about this? I’m so crazy.
Better blog about it.