Me? Well, for starter, I'm Kit. I'm 22. I like the suttle things in life. I'm always happy. I believe in myself, and everyone else.

A bit of exposition for the curious: I was a god, and am, and will likely continue to be. Below and behind, there's a bit of something else, but really, I needn't worry you with that. As for my present existance, you may consider me a journeyman, exsanguinator and freelance occultist, interested in all manner of things I haven't the attention span to pursue, and a professional Putter of Things in the Places They Belong. I'm a boi (60/40) and I like Cherries. I've done so much shit I'm proud of, and a whole lot more shit that I'm not, but doesent everybody.

Weird Science

I think when most people recall the science fairs of elementary school, they think of food coloring-dyed carnations and batteries hooked up to tiny light bulbs.

I think of erasers.

When I was in fifth grade, the science project presentation was the major focus in our one-hour, once-a-week "science" class, taught by Mrs. Simon. She was tall, with a goofy, pedantic voice, and grey, with a preternaturally shiny head. She was eccentric, colorful, and never dull.

A self-described "naturalist," she also headed the outdoor education program we'd be forced to attend the following year at 4H Camp, nestled cozily in Barboursville, home of the idiotic Pirate. She was probably also the last person who should have been heading an actual science class. She wore safari vests and those mid-thigh Crocodile Hunter shorts with twenty pockets, which are not a degree in natural science. Also I'm pretty sure she actually lived at the camp, her private little reefer commune. Oops, I mean she grew maize and beets!

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