Corner Booth

So I almost sold out. Blogger, the fine people who allow me to run this site, now have a program in which you can get paid for blogging if you allow ads to run on your site. As I read about this opportunity I realized, "Hey, I like blogging," and then, moments later, "Hey, I like money," it seemed like a match made in heaven, but then I started overthinking the situation (as I've been known to do from time to time). First, Blogger decides which ads get put on your site. I immediately cringed at the thought of "Corner Booth: brought to you by Massengill Extra Cleansing Douche." Of course it didn't stop there. I would, obviously, have to start wearing "Massengill" scrubs to work (for fear that there would be sponsor battles and fines for wearing my standard 'Life' scrubs) and would have to begin signing off with: "Much Love, and remember, Massengill is formulated to match the pH range of healthy women. Trust Massengill to help you feel completely clean and fresh. Bo". Then there are the PR appearances with the cheap Massengill backdrop in which I wear a Massengill trucker's hat and a shiny red Massengill jacket with gold lettering across the back, holding up said product and smiling for the poparazzi. Next, some smart-ass reporter asks me how often I, myself, douche and I admit that I have never actually used Massengill Extra Cleansing Douche. A whirlwind of bad publicity follows, Massengill drops me as a spokesman, and I find myself broke and without a blog to kill time with. Next thing you know I'm living on the streets, peddling my homemade brand of Douche that I made from Windex and cat urine. Some stupid kid gets into mommy's medicine cabinet, drinks the "douche" and I get sued cuz he goes blind. Then I go to jail, well no thanks Blogger, you vendors of Pandora's Box. I'm on to you.
As if that weren't enough, I then realized that by getting paid for blogging I would relinquish my "amateur" status, and, thereby, would no longer be eligible for the Blogging Olympics next Summer in Nagano. Screw that. That's not how I roll (although I'm still not sure exactly how I roll. I'm still in the neonatal phase of "rolling." Just kind of feeling it out, ya know? But I'm like 87.4% sure I don't wanna roll with Massengill Extra Cleansing Douche tattooed on my ass...I think).
Much Love,
Bo