Don't think of me as a hero. Just know that I am one, and that I am awesome. My staggering amount of moxie and class doesn't necessarily fall in with the actual feel and point of this post, I just think that it is something we should all be aware of. I am truly a beacon of truth-piercing hope wrapped in a milk chocolate cocoon of spectacular superness. There, I said it.
I may not be some jet-setting thousandaire, but when it comes to having an opinion about things, I really bring home the back-fat. I guess you could say that I am bringing back-fat back. Eat that JT.
I am reminded of a time when a telephone was just a telephone, and people weren't able to tell who you were if you prank-called them. But the caller-id ruined all of that. I think that technology in all of its greatness brings its own baggage with it. Fortunately, that baggage is a techy bag of wonders, oozing convenience and happiness. Technology is 150% super-radical, and has been proven to positively effect every single entity that is fortunate enough to be graced by its techy yumness.
If you are concerned by the stupidness of this post, I would like to take the opportunity to remind you that all of my posts are stupid. (except the last one about my grandma, she is pretty awesome)
The end
Carma is Doing Well - November 19
21 hours ago
3 comments:
Your descriptive powers are so amazingly awesome. I only wish this post had been longer.
Granted, I read it pretty quickly and did not go back to re-read it, however, I'm pretty sure that there wasn't anything about shovels or helmets? I agree about your chocolateness, though.
This post leaves me a little afraid, but of what, I'm not sure. Maybe it's shovels, maybe it's techness, maybe it's back fat. Or even telephones.
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