On My Own Ransom Note

Last night, in a flurry of rapid fire heel clicking, I tripped and slammed my head against the keyboard. Luckily, out came a senior narrative piece which vaguely resembled my own ransom note.

With a bit of creative editing, I had fashioned it into something fantastic; oddly enough, my ransom note did indeed fit the perquisite of answering the question "Who am I?" That's disturbing in its own right.

I also wrote a script of me talking to my own clone. It's wacky, filled with terrible jokes, and somewhat blatantly sarcastic. As an eagle once said, "FOOOKWAAAA!"

In other news, my favorite direction is north, color is lime green, food is japanese, language also japanese, punctuation mark is the hyphen, tornado is Jim, and time of day 9:54. Ergo I shall post.