Dear Darling Reader,
Content, yes... Content. You see, I am writing not to inform you of anything interesting in the least, just out of sheer boredom, an emotion (or lack there of) that I have just recently rediscovered. Thank you, 8th Grade, for bringing out the highlights in my ever-present past. Wait... Did you just get that? Don't worry about it. I hope you enjoy reading what the voices command, so here we go... I am from a place in a country. That country, as you can probably safely assume, is part of a continent. That continent, as you may know, is surrounded by oceans that take up quite a large percent of water on this fine planet. Over 97%, as I heard last. Yes indeed. I listen to music. I do things. I get on with life. Now for some information. I play the bass and guitar, as well as piano, and am extremely jealous of anyone who happens to be left-handed. I love Paul, as you may already know. I am crazy, and sometimes randomly think I can speak Spanish, though I am not Spanish at all. I am artistic. I live and breathe art. Drawing, playing or listening to music, dancing, thinking uncontrollably, dying hair, eating, complaining, and acting foolish are my favorite activities. Just to name a few. I love Paul. Any questions?