You know when you're mind is in another universe while you're rushing to get somewhere? And you bump into something like a table or chair? And then you apologize to said chair or table but you don't notice that you're apologising and then you're looked at funny but you don't really care what others think because you know that you're partly insane?
No?
Just me?
Okay then..
Anyway, I have this habit of apologising to furniture and walls and trees and... anything actually, when I accidentally walk into them. Half the time my mind is in another universe but for the other half, that's my insanity kicking in.
Have you ever ran into a glass door?
Ha... I have. MANY TIMES.
It's funny because you would think that after running into it once, I'd learn my lesson but nope, I have not.
My mother once caught it on tape. It was a "lucky" coincidence. Although, I was still really little so that's saying something.
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A CLUMSY CLUTS!
I'm one of those people who trip over air, lose balance for no reason, trip up steps and oh! My face has become quite good friends with the floor over the past years.
I guess you could say that I'm the queen of clumsy.
Yes. I did say queen because that's what I am.
Ha. Yeah, no.
I'm more of the fool that entertains the queen.
Ah well. At least I get a colorful outfit right?
Someone should write a book about it. Although, I don't think it would really sell, considering the fact that no one actually cares about a girl who's face appears when looking for the definition of clumsy.
Oh well. Sorry peeps. There shall be no book on my awesomeness.
Signing out,
Anonymous_x
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