I love popcorn. I really really do. When I was little my family would watch lawerence welk and eat popcorn for dinner on Sundays. My dad had this big wooden bowl that said "chucks popcorn" and the deliciousness inside soon became chucks famous popcorn. I could eat popcorn everyday, and when I'm home I think I do. This year for Christmas, my gift was the whirley pop. Bittersweet,man.
When I have a family I hope to institute such fabulous traditions as lawerence welk popcorn Sundays. I love traditions. Traditions are like socially acceptable compulsions. Anytime mental illness is mainstreamed, I'm on board.
I've been a little melancholy lately. Nothing to be worried about. I mostly wanted to use that word. It's a good one.
I love words, but I'm a horrible speller. Surprisingly though, I'm great at wheel of fortune. Spelling isn't important. Either is math. Mrs. Mott of 10th grade geometry will disagree. She told me I'd never make it in life without it. I've really showed her! Maybe I can work some geodesic dome art into my lattes.
I love geodesic domes! More than lawerence, but less than popcorn. I know what I like.
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