At age 10, my sister was granted a beautiful diary as a birthday present. It was coated with shades of pink and purple and was encompassed by all the things one may find in one of those Disney fairy tales where the main character is a victim of abusive parents or held captive by a fire-breathing dragon. I watched my sister write in admiration. My sister would tauntingly wave the key to her diary in my face saying "you can't have this. SUXTOYOUR ASSMAR". Her diary was a treasure chest, and I wanted the key. When my birthday came along I crossed my fingers, hoping for my own personal treasure chest. I was told I am a boy; diaries are not for boys. Eight years later, I am replenishing that initial desire. Through the internet, I have found an alternative: my online diary. For granting me such a thrilling opportunity, I thank thy internet for not judging me based on gender, and I thank thy Al Gore for..well..creating such a masterpiece (Misplaced Modifier. But who is watching?)
By the way, using equations as my title will happen often; though, the equations might get more difficult. A PHD in math may come in handy.
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