And to think that I saw it on Mullberry Street ...

I wasn't an abnormal kid. I watched your normal, fuzzy, T.V. shows and read your normal books. Wore dresses almost every day, and had strawberry-blond ringlets. I'm different now. Strange, but in a good way. Abnormality is just another word for interesting. I'm very interesting. I can't eat cold things, or (too many) apples; they hurt my teeth. I'm a smart ass. I never think things through, and when I do, it usually gets PRETTY astonishing. I am selfish, and stubborn, and crazy, and eccentric, and if I lived by myself, I'd probably live off of cheese sticks, marshmallows, and apple juice. And avocados. I love to cook, but I never follow recipes. I wave my arms when I'm mad, and I have a tendency to become obsessive compulsive when eating m&m's. I also have a history of making people cry. Well, that's about it. And this is my little tantrum space. Deal with it . . . if I ever actually get a video up here . . .

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