Six word memoir
Suzanne tagged me with the six word memoir thing. Here is mine, then:
Look! Clouds are prettier than flowers.
You can find the exact rules of the blog game in her post.
And the following people are hereby forced to write their own six word memoirs: X-G, Jolle, Unk, rockiplika, Q-Funk, David Cairns.
Screw you guys, I’m only twenty-three.
Peter–WTF does age have to do with it?
Elver–I like your memoir, and I think I understand what you are trying to say, but I will keep that to myself.
That was the memoir. Six words exactly. My point being that I’ve only been alive for 23 years. There isn’t anything to sum up yet!
I will not force onto others.
Peter–Oh. Duh. I should have figured that out.