The Kumkuat Korner

So let me summarize these past TWO(? THREE???) weeks in a few sentences. My parents left then came back from their vacation in Paris, France! I heavily underestimated the amount of hair I'd bring back home from work I heavily underestimated the amount of hair I'd get up my nose....(YUCK!) I disabled my OkCupid account on the basis that I have to stop kidding myself on ever finding Mr. Delicious (a.k.a Mr. Right) on a dating website that most guys use to try to HOOK up... (bleh) I still don't know what I'll BE for Halloween!!!! Yup. Story of my life. Pretty awesome right? On the bright side, I am still awesome. And because I'm in good spirits, here's a picture of what I value the most above all of the things I possess.

Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Allan. Allan was seven years old and everyone ignored him. His parents ignored him, at school his teachers ignored him, and he had no friends. He was a very lonely boy. One day on his way home from school, he found a small grey bird crying for its mother. Allan picked up the small bird with careful hands. The bird snuggled up in Allan’s hands for they were warm and it was the beginning of a harsh winter and soon, snow would come. Allan decided to take it the little bird to his house and take care of it. Months passed and no one knew about the slowly growing bird in Allan’s room.  It was a secret that only Allan and the bird held.  Everyday, when Allan would get home, he’d run up to his bedroom and lock the door behind him.  His parents never paid any close attention to their son’s new behavior. They were too busy with their lives.   But Allan didn’t care. He was the happiest boy in the world. After coming home