I have determined that I am a snowflake...
based on the constant commentary of several people on this site, mostly one person.
Let's think about that...
1. I am delicate, and my feelings are bruised easily.
2. My house is a safe space...safe, that is, from any health care professional that performs his or her duties in a germ free environment.
3. I attend disruptive activities in a virtual way...in front of my flat screen, swilling a Pabst Blue Ribbon.
But I have to tell you...my bod can not be described in any singular flake way...
I am more like a snow ball..
or more accurately, a snow ball that started at a mountain top during an avalanche and is racing toward an unsuspecting village of abandoned orphans.
So, I am sort of a snowflake times ten to the fifty billionth power...or something like that.
If you comment, make it nice, or you will hurt my little feelings..
And I will delete you faster than a Bowling Green massacre (or Swedish massacre..get confused)
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