what is the word

Sometimes it seems totally natural to write about what's happening in my life & put all the words online where everyone can see them & sometimes I can't think of a single good reason for doing such a thing.
Ya know?
Things are good. They're humming along. Oh except the grocery store across the street is cleaning out their basement & suddenly we have mice. I'm traumatized. I left my landlord a voicemail about it & all he had to say was: "Big-city living, not to be a wiseass."
So that was reassuring.
Yesterday we were coming back from dinner & they were shooting a movie on Bedford. Zach Braff was standing in front of this car with all these fake suitcases & shit strapped to the top, like he was filming a scene where he has just arrived fresh-faced & green-shirted & pomade-haired to begin a new life in Brooklyn. The film crew had set up a big table of refreshments like pasta salad & orange juice right in front of our building.
"Hollywood glamour on the outside," I said to Laura as I unlocked our door. "Rodent infestation on the inside."
I hope in the movie Zach Braff arrives in his too-good-to-be-true loft in the heart of hipster Williamsburg only to be discover it's full of mice. Then I hope his wise-ass landlord has to explain to him that it's all part of living in the big city. That would be a movie I could relate to, for obvious reasons.
Does anyone know if these things work?