i often panic about how interesting i am. too often i think that i am the most boring person on the face of the planet. it’s probably true too. sometimes i wonder “wouldn’t it be cool if i were a rocketman?” then i could say “I AM A ROCKETMAN!” to people who ask me what i do. or “wouldn’t it be cool if it turned out my parents were actually royal monkeys and that i’m the heir to the throne and that one day, i’ll have control over a large contingency of monkeys who’ll do my bidding?” kickass. i can dream, can’t i?
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