Random, would be the best way to describe myself. My mind is a canvas splashed with color, a bookshelf lined with untold stories, and a junk drawer filled with thoughts and keepsakes. All my abstract thoughts keep me constantly distracted. I am a cookie monster and my laugh tastes like Chunk’s chicken noodle soup, hearty. At first look I do not think I am very beautiful, but I could be delicious because my skin is coffee with French vanilla cream and two lumps of sugar. I am quiet in unfamiliar places, but if you give me time I could talk your ear off and take it on a walk through San Francisco. On most occasions my self-esteem can get pretty low, but I want to be a famous artist and the owner of Disney. When it comes to clothing wear I like bold bright colors and baggy pants; I am not fond of my figure. I am a tree climbing child with a Peter Pan complex because all children except two grow up. Peter and I have so much fun in Neverland, but we differ when it comes to swords: He likes the old fashion sword and I prefer the lightsaber. I am a dreamer, a wisher, and a magic bean buyer and if you sit by my fire I will help you look farther than the stars. I will even draw you a human anatomy book, so when aliens arrive they won’t have to dissect you. All in all I may be random, weird, and spacey, but if you are my friend you will never be bored and I will not be bored, even if you are.
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