I sat under a tree and contemplated the meaning of life. My flip flops lay beside my naked feet as people walked by, immersed in their own lives...talking on their cell phones deep in conversation. Little did they know I sat in their midst, fathoming the great mysteries of life. I realized that sex would be fun in the grass, Mr Softee was God, and that I was thinking far more than I wanted to on this beautiful day. I promptly cut off my chain of thought.

In case you were wondering, I blocked you from my xanga because your harsh words were too much to bear. Yesterday, a single tear rolled down my cheek as I read your comment. I hope you're happy now.

Everyone writes or talks in the style of someone else. Today, who am I copying?