Monday, December 6, 2010

This post is all truth. For the most part.

In case you are the type who is curious, I just thought I would clarify: Perfect Boy Whom I Love, is, in fact, perfect. The day he was born, the doctors were so taken aback by his beauty and intelligence and smashing sense of style (he began dressing himself in the womb, so don't even try and fight me on this one) that they called in a group of scientists (a Frenchman, an American, the Queen of England (she was a scientist in her past life), the Pope (his case is the same), a German, an Italian, and a Russian). They gave him scores. The scores were based upon attractiveness, sense of style, ACT score, ability to time travel, and amount of time spent with his nose in a book/newspaper/the like. Frenchman: 10.00. American: 10.00. Queen: 10.01 (she's the Queen, so she's allowed to do that). The Pope: 10.01 (his case is the same). The German: 10.00. The Italian: 10.00. The Russian: 08.52. (They discarded the Russians score. It was so obviously biased.) Eventually, they came to the agreement that, although he seemed perfect currently, they could not actually proclaim him The Most Perfect Boy Ever To Grace Our Humble Planet until he smiled. So, the entire team of scientists (minus the Queen (she had a country to watch over), The Pope (he died - of natural causes, so don't worry), and the Russian (no one liked him; he was too obviously biased - he could've at least hid it better)) followed him around until he smiled his first genuine smile. It was in the third grade. They all cried, on account of, he was obviously The Most Perfect Boy Ever To Grace Our Humble Planet.

This post was all truth. Except for the part I made up.

Put dirtballs in your pocket and take off both your shoes.
All my love, Addy

5 comments:

Cam said...

You are one of the classiest people I know.

Ms. L-S said...

I love your pics. (Twiggy. Classic.)

And I believe every word you wrote, even the parts you made up.

andy brienne said...

can I just say I love this blog? I love this blog. I don't even remember how I found it, but I creep on it, and I love it. :)

Kaitlyn said...

oh addy. my twin.
could you please get your phone back?
so i can update you all the time about my life!
and you can send me long messages about perfect boy and i can send you back awkward/occasionally funny conversations.

anyway,
this post made me smile, so thanks(:

i make up stories about my lover(s) too, so it's fine
-kaitlyn

Whitney Ann said...

Addy! As usual, I just love you! If this post is about who I think it is then I'm even more in love with it than I was before. haha, he is PERFECT...even if he does hang his jeans :)