hello everyone. i'm sitting at my desk wearing a purple blanket cape and i feel very kingly. the only things i need to complete it are a sceptre and a badass attitude. i'm halfway there.it's super cold. hence the cape. i'm looking at my hands as i type and they are white...like, white, white, white. it's just not wight. right. i want to move to florida and be crazy super tan or go to california and turn totally valley girl, totally.
not really. i'm more cut out to be gangsta. but again, the whole white issue is raised.
basically what i'm saying is that the paler you are, the more your dork factor goes up. the pastier your skin, the creamier your complexion, the more likely you are to get into d&d or listen to pretentious indie music or fall into the orchestral pit during the dress rehearsal of the summer musical production.
basically what i'm saying is that i am genetically programmed to never be cool, never ever ever and i blame my parents. because...really, isn't that what every 13-24 year old is supposed to do? so i'm just doing my job.
i smell grilled cheese. it's wafting upstairs...through the airvents...or more likely through the open door...must...munch...
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