The most random and innermost thinkings of a lunatic.
I'm too awesome to walk, so I fly.
If you ever want to find me, just look for the oddity eating all the cakes in the bakery section of your local WalMart while ranting on and on about baby cheetahs.
It should look to be about twenty-three years of age, crazy hair and a silly grin on its face that says it fell on its head one too many times as a child.
Yeah. That weirdo? That's me.
Nice to meet you!