Someone once told me (by once I mean dozens of times, and by someone I mean at least a ten people) laughingly that I should write about my life. They laughed over whatever story I was telling and said, "You like writing fiction so much, but your life is just as funny. Write about that." So finally I thought, "Hey why not? No one will read it, but it might improve my writing skills."
Fiction is my greatest accomplishment, and I'll say right here and now that it sometimes slips in with the facts. Not enough to change my life, but just enough to make it more interesting. Since this is kind of like a prologue, I should introduce myself, huh?
Name? Don't need one because it doesn't matter. Occupation? Currently working drive through at McDonald's. Education? Finishing my senior year of high school, and taking two college courses. Family? Two sisters, a mom, a dad, mom's boyfriend, and a list of others, but it's way too long. Friends? Enough to not want to list them all.
Anything else? No? How unfortunate, I mean I had a list of useless facts to give you. My favorite color, names of all my past boyfriends (as if I had that many...three, that's all), etc. Now that I've sent you merrily down the path of boredom, I shall end this with a fare thee well, and wish you luck.
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