…since I won’t write about you. Well maybe in an entry later. Depending on what you do. Make a case for it!
Born and raised in Brooklyn, the accent comes out when I am agitated, excited or intoxicated. Or if I am mocking NYC social culture.
I have had an overactive imagination as long as I can remember, and the outlet for the way I percieve this noisy, opinionated world has always been writing (figuratively) or photography (physically). The idea to satirize it was the result of Mad/Cracked magazine, which I grew up reading.
Knowing that the world will never know or care of my high scores on video games or assessment tests takes away the pressure of meaningless high expectations. That we are grains of sand in the universe does not mean I would want to be one of the beach of this world. Then again, I just want a job that pays more, so I can take an all inclusive trip to a beach resort every once in a while and run my toes through those little planets and galaxies.
I have 2 cats. They adore me. Almost as much as you do!
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