Contrary to popular belief, I am highly lame and the only attribute of mine that surmounts my lameness is my striking ability to make any person feel painfully awkward within mere seconds-‘tis a glorious gift. For all intents and purposes, I am on the cusp of being a free spirited eccentric and just downright legally insane. I think boobs are the second most significant invention in history (only one place behind the moveable type and one above the wheel). Just a thought. I am nothing short of an ocean away from fitting the conventional, classic mold of teenage perfection. Case in point, I read one page of the dictionary every night before bed and have done so for years, I am an avid Sci-Fi enthusiast, I have more tar in my lungs than the man who created Marlboro, my cell phone (which, much like my 1991 Acura Legend, happens to have been constructed around the time when dinosaurs still roamed the Earth) is not super-glued to the palm of my hand, etc. Regardless of how lame I am, I absolutely cherish my idiosyncrasies and acknowledge them as being the ingredients that differentiate me from the rest of the herd as well as the thing that inundates my mind with the bittersweet relentless whimsicalness that defines me. I live in a world of my own, but you are all welcome to visit.

BAM!

(And, if you could not tell by my lengthy description of myself, I am rather loquacious and have a tendency to ramble. Not one of my better qualities. Ha)