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Script My Life: 2 Broke Girls

When talent meets determination...anything can happen!

Kat Dennings as Max Black in 2 Broke Girls


Believe it or not,I have been kind of blank on what to write today,but since I love television, my script is from one of my favourite sitcoms, 2 Broke Girls.

This TV show actually inspired me to really pursue my dream of being an 'media mogul',(I will get there eventually) .the one most valuable lesson I have learnt from 2 Broke Girls is "a dollar can build an empire". Max and Caroline are two, yes, broke girls living in New York, (there is something about the Big Apple), and working as waitresses. They have a dream of owning a cupcake shop. The plan. They sell their cupcakes, to get the capital. They are not waiting for a large some of money to start their business, but with every cent they make, with the little they have,they are a step towards their dream.

At my church,our pastor preached the first sermon series called, "Whatcha gonna do with whatcha have?". I was challenged.I do not have a million dollars for capital,but I have my talents,(multi, must I add),my faith in the Almighty and a whole lot of drive.I also had a dollar.I have a dollar everyday which I use towards my projects and business.It sounds crazy.But I am sitting on an empire.

I think a lot of us,especially young people should stop making excuses,and go out and build their dreams.Failure is all in the head.and the biggest failures are those who are talented,or might have great ideas,but just sit on them.I am also a person of faith and believe in waiting on God,but faith without works is dead.(Besides,I am not good with waiting.I wait whilst moving).So go!

Take what is in your hands,even the very little,and go build your empire.I did say I am writing my biography,"The Makings Of A Queen".(That is another profit making business idea).So thanks Max and Caroline.We wont be broke girls for a long time...the sequel "We Are The Queens",(not drag).

P.S: Always write your own love story.

Ciao!

Lady E

www.therealladye@blogspot.com

Copyright[c] MPV by Lady E All Rights Reserved 2013



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