Confessions of an Internet Celebrity
It's a goddamn war.  Link me, plug me, sign my guestbook.  Make me an internet icon.
 
These are the confessions of an internet celebrity....
 

Age:  19
Hits per month:  1 million
Knew she became famous when:  Appeared on radio talk shows, interviewed by several nation wide newspaper, and started getting 500+ emails a day.
 
Consider it a trend, a fad, a fucking annoying thing to possess.  Fame on the internet is about the strangest type of stardom anyone can have.
 
I don't get the privilege to walk down a red carpet and have famous photographers take pictures of me.  My personal photographer's name is 3COM, 3COM HomeConnect Webcam.  And my personal photographer can take pictures of me in ways that I want to be seen.  Whether it's a pale bleached out photo, accenting my eyes, lips, or other facial features or whether it be a shot of my stomach, sucked in all tight... desperately trying to look as thin as I want to be.  Mr. 3COM can make me look beautiful and make me look ugly.  I prefer the beautiful shots simply because no one likes to look ugly....
 
As a star, I don't get the honor of hanging out with the top Hollywood personalities.  But wait.... maybe I do.  I occasionally can be spotted with lovely Jessica who's fame has spread far and wide.  And Paparazzi has caught me candid with Zac or Angie, who both are praised by you lovely little ladies who would kill to be like/with them. Ryan....is my brother who's dirty mouth, crazy sense of humor, has turned her into an internet celebrity comedian.
 
I don't get to kiss the cheeks and say "we'll do lunch" to all the wonderful directors and other important people out there.  But sometimes I can with Webpig and once with Stile.  You'll occasionally find me doing lunch with them somewhere in a little French cafe, talkin' business over Italian sodas and diet drinks.
 
Like most big shots, I don't get magazine articles written about me and how I rose in fame.  Or maybe.... I do.  Being the cover story on several local newspapers, they wrote wonderfully about how my life is here for you to see.  And they wrote more on how I have a webcam.  And they wrote the most on how people like to buy me presents from Amazon.
 
I think it was the luscious Steph  who once told me that places like IG are our "tabloids" and that we, the "cam girls," are the stars.  Wonderful analogy, Steph.  You are dead on with this one.
 
And I think it was the luminous Nic who once said that the smaller, not-so-well-known domains are the best there are.  My dear Nic, I concur.
 
Being popular online is a rush and you all love it.  But when it gets old, you start wishing.  You start wishing that your site was smaller and your "fan base" was just the people who really care about you, not about your hits, looks, and fame.
 
As a superstar, I often get propositioned for nude photos because, let's face it, the nude photographs in Hollywood are pretty spicy.  So infamous nudies collector Damnian wants to know what I have to offer.  But this star wants to keep that semi-innocent look so no skin today....
 
Being the well known top girl that I am, I have a lovely fan club for people to worship me.  Not really.  Wait yes!  My type of fan club is a Yahoo club.  Those are my archives of pictures, chat, message boards, and more where Mandy fans can go to celebrate me and only me.  And I get fan mail!  Oh glorious fan mail!  Except MY fanmail comes to a little P.O. box set up at a local P.O. Boxes R Us here in my local town.  And I do write my fans back except I am nice enough to actually write you.  You won't get any 8x10 glossy fake signatured photo of me.
 
And unlike some stars who just fade out and are never heard of again, I will stick around.  Famous or not, this site will go no where.  Because this is me, a regular teenager, who just happened to stumble on a type of fame that is fickle, awkward, and nerve wracking.
 
So let's sum this wonderful rant/true confessions up.  1, having a small domain is better than having this.  2, Fame = love and praise.... and jealousy and hate.  3, I'm normal.  I'm me.  I'm fake to you.
 
Keep in touch, babe.  We'll get together some time.