Im sitting next my koala named Joe. He’s purple and slightly anorexic compared to my other members of the atomic fluff army that I have created. It has taken a while but I think I’m comfortable with the generals andlieutenants Ive found. There’s general Scott, a very fat grey penguin and major Clyde, who is a giant yellow bunny peep.  I think that if the world was going to be taken over by giant fluffy overloards I actually wouldn’t mind. I have no idea why I love all things egg shaped and furry but I do know that they give great entertainment when bored. Being that I am an only child I often find myself enjoying things that someone with a sibling would not. Example, drawing faces on eggs. It’s not something that a normal person would do but then again, when the paint on the wall is done drying what is there left?

I mean, I could tell you my lifee story on how I grew up in the projects and had to work my way to college, but then again I’m pretty sure that’s something you’ve already heard before. So hear, let me tell you a story I had made up last night. So, there was a squrriel whose name I cant remember so I’ll call him Ralph. Ralph lived in a mystical land made up of ham and cheese. One day Ralph lost his nuts, and we all know how much squrriels love their nuts, and went on a long journey to a witches house with a pinata named pedro. But instead the witch turned Ralph and his faithful sidekick into a sesame seed bagel and a swiss roll. She promised Ralph that if he won in an epic battle to the death then he would get his nuts back. Ralph had to make the choice between his nuts and his friend, and decided to get fight for his nuts back.  Sadly Pedro defeated Ralph and was turned back into a pinata. Moral of the story: don’t loose your nuts or else a swiss roll will beat you.

I know that did not make sense but hey, life doesn’t make sense. It’s no fun to just sit down and take whatever is thrown at you. That’s something I learned throughout high school. My friends and I were always the teachers favroites not only because we basically lived at the school but because we were only ones not cursing them out. Sad but true, they learned to rely on us as if we were teachers in fact every thursday I helped teach an art class. Many of the younger kids considered me a loser becasue I would come in on saturdays to help paint classrooms instead of staying in sleeping. But I dont regret it at all, since it was something I enjoyed doing. Sometimes when everyone begins to turn their backs on you, you just have to pull down your pants, bend over and tell them to kiss it.