Last night, one of my favorite shows America's Next Top Model finished its season. I was really happy to see Nicole from South Dakota win. I love to watch that show because I'm into fashion photography and modeling.
At the end of the program when the credits were running, it said if you would like to try to be on America's Next Top Model cycle 7, go to UPN for details. My husband looks at me and says you should try. I tell him that the height requirements call for people that are 5' 7" or taller. Poor me, I'm only 5' 6".
At work today, I downloaded the application. I can fill out the first three question all right. Question 4, I would have to stop. It requires you to write down height and weight. Couldn't we just skip that? Who cares about height? The fashion world does. Bastards. So now I can only just pretend to fill out the application and send it in. It would be interesting to see if I actually got called to be a finalist for the show, granted if I made it that far. It would be awesome to fly to LA for a week and meet Tyra. If I was on the show, it would be really nice to be away from work for a couple of months. I could live in a house with 12 strangers and talk about my life and talk behind others backs, like every girl does. If I made it to the final 5 girls, I could be flown to exotic location to participate in multiple photo shoots. If I won, I could leave work forever, travel and see the world. That would be the good life. I should stop dreaming because it will never happen. I'm too short and how could I go that long without a paycheck coming to me? And besides, work would miss me.
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