I rule. Honestly. I'm so intensely awesome, you don't even know. Seriously. I'm so awesome, that if awesome was an area filled with such a minute amount of air that it didn't even count, I would be the entirety of space, which, as far as we know, is infinite. I'm so incredibly hard core that no core of any kind can be so righteous as I am. There isn't a person in the universe that can fathom the amount of awesomeness I contain. I am literally the embodiment of sweet, and that's in the awesome meaning of the word. As a matter of fact, I am the only being capable to understand just how indescribably gnarly I am. I happen to be so frickin' fabulous that I'm like butta'. And when I say that I'm like butta', that means that I just eminate a shining greatness that rivals the brightness of of every star in space. If you went on a lifelong journey to find the colest thing in the world, it would turn out to be a person and the person would turn out to undoubtedly be me. If the intensity of gravity even thought about matching my intensity, then the world really would be flat, here's to you Columbus. I mean, when I walk down the street, people cry out in pure awe, "Look at that magnificence!" (thanks B.) And it's true. If I was a power source that could be harnessed (like wind, water, solar, etc.) the worl would literally explode because not even a planet can handle all this. I'm so complete in all my gloriousness (thanks G) that some people fail to believe in my existence. Do you?