I'm sorry for my last post. I know it was a bit bratty. If I hurt your feelings, I sincerely apologize.
But you see, you and me and all the artsy types have got a bit of history. We've been stuffed in lockers, called four-eyes, told our pursuits are trivial, picked last for kickball, called nerds, not asked to the prom, and, worked at Starbucks. We've been bruised by you, world.
(Check out that rockin' bruise! It's morphed from pink to purple to green to yellow to brown. I wrote this whole post just for an excuse to show off my bruise.)
After all this, we're a bit punchy. We've watched you bump chests with the good ol' boys our whole lives. What can I say, I just wanted a bit of the glory.
Please accept my apology. And next time, ask me to the prom or at least the homecoming.
P.S. To make up, here's a video for you.