I AM a sarcastic little bitch . I like to laugh so hard I snort. I enjoy talking about the silly things that make life just interesting enough to live. I am in constant conflict with myself. Oh, I'm a walking contradiction...people generally hate this about me. I know who I am, and I am strong in my beliefs. I am said to not understand simple concepts...that's not true; I just choose to ignore anything simple including, but not limited to, simple people. I make no sense. I demand fairness in every little aspect of life. I give too much, take too little. I can belch louder than any girl I ever met (and yes in my little world this is a great accomplishment). I have two little boys that are my favorite peeps. I hate romance, flowers, and rainbows. Puppy dogs are okay though. One time I ran over a bunny-that was sad. I hate dancing, I hate little black dress affairs; in fact I hate dresses in general. I dress exactly the same way I did in the first grade. I can make my one eye squeak really loud when I rub it-it's ultra fantabulous. I like to skip from one subject to the other without any sequential order... I question my worth every 5 minutes. I'm not complex...I'm ridiculously silly. I am a bonsai potato masta' My derby jersey number 80085!
Maude: What kind of flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oh, but they're NOT! Look. See, some are smaller; some are fatter; some grow to the left, some to the right; some even have lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences! You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are this, yet allow themselves to be treated as that.
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