Fame needs me

Today, a lesson in future tense.

The professeur asked us to write something about what we dream of doing, and below is my entry, in very elementary french:

Je serai le plus célébre écrivain d’internet du jour. Les gens ne sauront pas d’infos sur moi parce que je vais avoir un nom de plume. Ma site d’internet aura beaucoup de visiteurs de partout du monde. Tout le monde lira mes idées sur plusieurs sujets.

Translation:
I will be the most famous internet writer of the contemporary times. People won’t know anything about me because I will use a pseudonym. My site will have lots of visitors from all over the world. Everybody will read my ideas on many subjects.

Very impossible.

Lately I have been thinking of doing many things (which I do not know what of) on the internet to earn major big bucks. So basically it would combine a few of my passions into one: the internet, doing nothing and my cat(s). I am gonna dress the part (in pyjamas), click all day, develop desk-bound related neurological disorders and still have a little sleeping cat on my lap to comfort me when things turn bad.

I need to be famous. Desperately.

Make me famous!!

When I am, I can sell any crap and junk on the internet and will make big bucks with minimal investment. And I can work from anywhere in the world. Do you guys still need bottled air?

Did I say investment?