I’ve known since I was a wee child that if I had a chance, if the world would just give me a break, if I could just be seen for who I truly am…I would be the Comic Sans font. Well, that was before I knew Comic Sans was a guy. Darn. It’s possible that I’ll have to strive for Century Gothic now and it’s not even my favorite font, but at least it’s funny. So sad. I might not be able to type for the rest of the day while I dwell on my new font persona. I wouldn’t want the font I use today to get the wrong idea. Then my keys could riot and walk right off my keyboard. Except for the pain of not having the keys cushioning my tip tapping all day, I would be fine. I can type, manage my kids and hold a conversation while looking people in the eye. I don’t need no stinkin’ keys. However, it does make my teeth itch if I use a font that deviates from my personality.
I thought this was just hilarious, but I’m sick like that. Enjoy!