Maybe I am ridiculous. Maybe my ego made a big-time comeback. Maybe you’ll have to butter the doorframe to get me and my giant ego out of here (thanks, Jenna).
Or maybe this is just a result of having no more fucks to give. If you’ve made it this far as a reader, you’re likely either: 1. Interested, 2: a weird kind of masochist, or 3: court ordered…
Because I have such a sunny disposition and chipper attitude, I’ll go with you are reading this because you are interested. Good. I have a few more things to say.
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