Viridiscent Aquamarine
Entry date: 20th April 2021 For (or is it To?) Shredder Volleyball What do you call it when a person becomes a parody of himself? I wouldn't know, I'm GUILTY of it. Or does that give me all the more reason to know what's going on? Ah, screw it. To simply put, I can finish off this dusty blogpost on this now obsolete blog with the classic, "Oh, I love you". But I don't think that will suffice today. Doesn't come close actually. I mean, I say that to everyone. I'm just generally filled with affection to throw it around like nobody's business. And the equivalent reciprocation helps too. I must've been ten years old when I asked this seemingly random question to my mum. "What's your favorite word in the English language?", to which she replied "Love". Ten-year-old bad-to-the-bone, lead-pumping, Hell's angel, Son of Anarchy Ankit didn't like that answer at all, I started laughing at her. "Pfft, that's lame