So I was walking and thinking, and thinking of walking when I ran into a tomato and thought of just how stupid people really are. –The Flight to America, 2005.
If you are here for something worth while reading, something you think will change your life forever, a piece of literature that will most likely win the Academy Award, then you can forget it. You are in the wrong portal if you believe that.
I am not your average girl. I am not even a girl. I am a boy. I’m also not an average boy because… what is average? Everyone is different, so how do you define average in a non mathematical sense? You don’t. Well I hope you don’t. You could go for the stereotype situation if you want, but what is that? Seriously I don’t know. I mean who comes up with the stereotype? I’ve met just as many dumb Brunettes as I have Blondes. I mean – Wait a minute. I’m sorry I tend to do that from time to time. Start talking about one thing, and then go on about something completely different.
As I was saying I’m not your average guy, as I don’t want to think of myself as average in any sense of the word. My name is unimportant. Well, actually that depends on who you are. To some my name may be of some importance, but if you don’t know that it is me writing this, then to you my name is unimportant.
Like most people I was born, not hatched. I lived in one of the many countries that populate this giant ball we call Earth. I am the age of a child who is 19, which makes me….19. I spent most of my days pondering thoughts of, what is for dinner, when does that movie come out and…hmm good cookies.
More thoughts on it all later, but for now I will leave you with this idea, one I have had for many years in the heat of summer. Air Conditioned T-shirts. What do you think?
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lol noob
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