i don't think i'm strange. i don't even think ray is strange. maisy is completely normal and cleveland, well ok, cleveland is a freak, but in a really non-strange way. so why does everyone i know here in greenville think i am, lets say, different. they think my food is not real food (apparently in order to be REAL food, it must be processed beyond recognition), my grooming habits, or lack thereof, are down right european (i wear deodorant, not antiperspirant, but a natural saline solution....but it comes in a roll on!!!!)(welcome back frenchie!!!!!!!), and that my photographing everything that happens to me in order to post it on a blog is...WEIRD!!!! but i promise...i promise... i am not strange. ray is not strange. do grown normal men ride the little green wagon at the farmer market down the hill while everyone watches? do grown normal men raid their girlfriends bath products in order to take a relaxing bubble bath and then proceed to make up little songs about the whole experience?
do grown normal women take pictures of said boyfriend in bubble bath and then post them on her blog, a blog that now his mother reads? do grown normal women put on a bumble bee costume in the middle of target and force her boyfriend to take pictures of the event in order to, again, post them on her blog?
NOPE! no freaks living at my house.
1 comment:
I think that you are perfectly normal. :) Maybe a little off but normal none the less.
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