I'm so hot.
Seriously.
Deny it, I dare you.
I bet you haven't heard from me in a while? You know the guy with his face on his shirt.
I wear that shirt all the time.
It's because I'm so pretty, I wanted to show my prettiness to the world. Twice.
So I got my face on my shirt.
Damn I'm so awesome.
I hate fourth graders.
And my family.
And people who are terribly jealous of my good looks.
All the girls are too scared to ask me out in case I reject them. I've rejected twelve so far.
Bet you're so jealous.
I know I'm cool. You don't need to shout it out.
Aw god I love my life.
I remember one time I took a picture of Marsh the Darsh's mom's boobs into the bushes and had fun times.
Fun times.
I am so awesome I'm actually on the top of my Christmas list.
I bet I'm on everyone's list.
I was number one on The List the little Fourthies made. It's true, whatever they say is a lie.
Don't you just want to be me?
I bet you do.
Want to hear my life story? I'll tell you it anyway.
The guy with my face on my shirt.
