Just A Tangerine

A collection of tangents, poems, and other thoughts.

// Tangents.

Tangerines. Every single time I think of the word tangent, I always think of tangerines. Of course I could get on a whole lot of different tangents about stuff that the word tangent reminds me of. But I always come back to tangerines. Is it because I'm a tangerine? No. I'm not a fruit. Because of the tang- sound? Most likely. But maybe figuratively, I relate to tangerines on a deep personal level. Who wouldn't? Someone who has enough social skills, intelligence, and talent, to not be needing to be on this stupid website at 3 am in the morning. But I'm not that kind of person.

I'm probably just a tangerine. \\