I'm feeling a need for a little change, but I'm in a kind of mopey mood, which makes me want an introspective and deep angle here on my public diary (Leonardo DiCaprio...swoon). Tough noogies. I know better. Two weeks after any attempt I make at public depth, I regret it. I feel squirmy and uncomfortable. Knowing this inevitable reaction, I've decided to go wacky and zany. When I was a kid, in the throws of a temper tantrum, my dad would call me Carmanasaurus. I've added the Rex because Carmanasaurus alone is kinda empty. Plus, I can refer to the itty bitty arms.
I might be about to enter my very own mid-twenties existential crisis, so I expect the name will change again.
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