About Me
You think you know me because you saw me there.Having the time of my life.Laughing at anything dumb and random that was just passing through time.You think you know me because you saw me laying on a broken bench.Arms behind my head.Watching the stars.Closely.As if it would never shine again.Just because you,you're mom, and your cat all shot a two-page sequence down whatever there is to say about me,you think you've undergone the entire Louise experience.Sorry to burst your bubble butt but after exactly 812 articles,believe it or not,there has never been an article or description or testimonial or whatever it is that is exact enough to reveal to you my true story.No.It has yet to be told. When trying to sit down to write an article that could accurately describe myself, I found myself at a loss of words.Describing the unique experience of living and just living in such an awesome kickass environment, would be pretty much impossible.So after careful consideration,I decided that the best way for you, the readers, to understand the real me is to look for me.Find me.Search for me.And just get to know me.My story grows everyday, page by page.Chapters by chapters.With months of rain, years of sweltering heat,an abundance of police(wtf), and a severe spot drought,it becomes more and more difficult to write.And that's what so amazing about it. So, next time you and your cat are rolling up along,think about this.Provide a proud history.Pick up your Slurpee and pour a little on the ground out of respect for this struggle.Because it is this very struggle that defines the spirit of me.Louise.
