I had a disturbing thought ago about how I'm nothing more than an average of all my friends. Since then, I've been overly aware of when I'm acting like so-and-so, or how I sounded exactly like miss-thing when I said that, and so on.
This would apply to other people as well (at least as far as my averaged brain can assume), so it makes sense to only hang out with exciting people. I imagine a world where everyone has very average friends and then passes it along like a terribly boring plague.
Since I'm now at a point where I'm not entirely convinced I have any unique qualities whatsoever, I'm typing on myspace while I drink coffee...
An Erinku:
fly on window
a vision
of summer
past
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