Most of the time I live in the real world but on occasion, all the time, I live in my world. Which is imaginary and I always win. Also, I am beautiful, talented, sporty and my repartee is unparalleled. Sometimes I even give myself super tough nicknames like Rock, Ice, Sloan...and Steve.
I have imaginary competitions with girls that are trying to steal my imaginary boyfriends and we face off on various tasks and I am supremely good at all of them. And I have super cool speeches and comebacks and I always finish with "In your face, bitch". And I never run away and hide like I would if I did that in real life. Also, these girls are having a bad day with bloat. I am not. Did I mention that my hair is super shiny?
Turns out I am awesome at hiphop dance-offs, parachuting*, pole dancing**, karate***, chess and high wire acrobatics. Which is good because no one ever wants to battle me in my real world accomplishments. Like Scrabble. Which is a shame because (A) I am very good and (B) I have some pretty harsh "Yo Momma" scrabble disses****. Also, my ability to...actually Scrabble was it.
Thanks to my friend, Pharnell Phyler***** for suggesting I write about this. And for not laughing at my imaginary imaginings. Much.
*Even when the chute doesn't open because the imaginary girl who is trying to steal my imaginary boyfriends sabotaged me
**I do at least know the moves. I just can't do all of them in the real world.
***Pronounced the way Ross said it in "Friends". Who knows what I'm talking about?
****I have no clue what I am saying..."Yo Momma so bad at Scrabble she thinks asdkljalsdqnweryuzsf is a word". 55 points. Nice one, Momma.
*****Anyone that thinks that is his real name will have to fight me in my imaginary world. We will use nunchucks for that is the weapon to fight stupidity with.