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You know, I seriously think that if I didn't know me and just had me on my friends list, I'd picture my real-life self as the kind of petite, dainty little creature who's perfectly graceful and elegant, until the moment when she trips on something and yelps and flails her way into an impressive faceslam into the pavement.

Of course, doing that at least once every six months probably put that image in my head. But still.

Ooo, and I'm going swimming today! I wonder how many lifeguards I can impress with my grace and elegance. You know, before I trip and yelp and flail my way into an impressive faceslam into the deep end.