When I’m at the grocery store, I pick up random shit and look for an unattended victim’s shopping cart and drop it in their cart. It’s usually a pack of marshmallows or a tin can of sausages. Anything random. When it’s rainy, I like to find a puddle on the side of the street and speed up so I can make a splash and see it through my side windows. I like puddles. I run and jump into them when I wear my old Nikes. If this is considered immature, then you must lead a boring life. When you get to know me, I am actually a very serious person. I take life very seriously. It means, I take life so seriously that I choose to have fun because I love life. I don’t want to have a boring life so I know how to entertain myself. I’ve learned through all these years that you gotta’ love yourself and while I’m at it, I’m going to have fun… and if you wanna’ stay young, fuck someone years younger than you. Haha. I know I do. No, but for reals, though. I may seem like an extrovert, but I am actually a combination of both an introvert and an extrovert. I’m an ambivert. I’ll party it up with you, but then I’ll let you lead the rest of the center of attention. I used to be the center of attention or the life of the party, but I get over it really quick because I like to space out from time to time. It’s because I get bored so easily. I just think life is too short to be too serious, you know? Adults are boring. I know that I have to be an adult in certain situations, but other than that, I love to have fun. I cuddle furry animals and squeeze ‘em until they make a sound. I love dancing at a boutique when I hear a good EDM while I’m skimming through racks of dresses. I do the robot in my car or liquid while waiting in traffic. I sing along in a baby voice to pop music if it’s too high. I high-five myself when I’ve come up with something genius that I’ve only come up with. I talk to my stuffed toys. I have a giraffe, a lion and a monkey… and my fave banny. They look like teddy bears though, so don’t picture a giraffe with a long neck. He looks like a teddy bear, but he has spots like a giraffe and cute, tiny antennas. My lion, poor thing, still has a hole in the back of his head. He needs surgery. Puffs of cotton are showing. Then, I have my monkey that props up my chin when I go to sleep and I’m on my side. And, I sing to my pets every time I greet them. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray. And, if you want to get to know me more, please make yourself at home and leave a question by leaving a comment so I can better share in detail. I’m running out of shit to blog about and it’s only Day 24. This mother fucker… I gotta’ come up with long-term goals so I can break down this shit. Cool beans.
And, remember… BLOW SHIT OUT OF THE WATER AND GO PRO!! Yeah!! WOO!! SHIT!! WATER!! YAH!!
Word count: 570 (Wow, something short, finally)