Actually, it’s not official, but another one of my middle
names is “danger”. Somehow in my short
tenure on this planet I have yet to receive any type of scare reflex. Turns out, the more dangerous or thrilling
something is…. the louder I laugh. Sure
it started with fingers in electrical sockets (thwarted by safety covers…),
then it moved to dashing towards open stairs (thwarted by safety gates…), and
now it has moved to a constant need to spin around in a swivel chair. Where most thrill seekers might sit on a
swivel chair to spin, I have taken it to the next level with standing up while
spinning.
Ha ha ha. That is me
laughing in the face of death.
On a fashion note, I have a nice little nautical theme going
on with a pea-coat style hoodie, some skinny dark jeans, topped off with some Sperry
Top-Sider boat shoes. At least if I die,
I’ll look good doing it.
PS: When are these
damn April showers going to stop?! I
want to play outside!
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