My brother told me I should wake up and smell the flowers. I did and I got allergies.
There! That’s exactly what some people don’t like about me. They think I’m too negative and that I will eventually attract all the universe’s negative forces, cause a planetary collision and forever eradicate my chances of happiness, peace and a group date with the care bears.
If I were to change, would that mean just cutting off a limb or growing facial hair? Will I still be myself or will I be one of Barney’s friends tomorrow?
This may or may not be who I am. I don’t know. If I can’t figure out basic multiplication (I still use my fingers), how can I figure out myself right this very minute?
There are others who find my acerbic flavor funny. I make them laugh and I make myself laugh. This is all really just for fun. I think the key to stay intact is to never use muriatic acid for marinating.