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I accelerate up to red lights. I have no shame. I bite my nails. I talk too much and too fast. . I have a caffeine addiction, but now refuse to MAKE IDLE CHIT-CHAT WITH THE BARISTAS AT STARBUCKS. Interpretive Dance. 'Nuff said. I am an extraordinary judge of character. I fantasize about my own demise, but I'm unspeakabely scared of death. But, I find myself thinking about who would show up at my funeral if I died and who would speak at it. I leap buildings with a single bound. I laugh out loud when I'm by myself. If you see me driving on the freeway, quick, drive the other way, I will most definitely put you in danger. If you see me scowling while I'm walking, its because if you're more than 10 feet away from me, your face looks like a cotton ball. If you catch me staring AT you, its because theres something wrong with you. I hate "what if's", and "What if I looked like this...would you still be my friend?" Like I've said before, the answer is NO. I'll ride your ass on the freeway. I pretend I'm on my phone with someone when I'm driving but really I'm singing. 110% of the time I won't remember your name if I haven't met you at least 4 times; you might as well just shake my hand and nod your head, you pretty much don't have a name. I am evil in the morning; don't touch or talk, or even so much as look at me for the first hour and a half. The end.

Tony

liz

srey

sAINT

Tatum