In my own words There's an old cliche about being able to sum up your personality in so many number of words. Let's have fun with cliches.
I'd be pretentious but I don't have the brains. I'd be funny but I don't have the timing. I'd be confident if I was fuelled by Jack Daniels. I'd be a poet but I'm just a drunken buffoon posing as one. I'd be a pic whore if I could strike the pose. I'd have direction if I didn't have imagination. And if shiny things weren't so distracting.
What I lack in volume I make up for in snark. What I lack in talent I make up for in not caring. What I lack in personality I make up for in useless knowledge. What I lack in cool I make up for in Tony Manero moves.
My Eternal Dilemma... I may have been bitch slapped by fate but does that make me fate's bitch?
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