Hiiiyeeeee! Okay, first of all, obviously "Fluffy" isn't my real name. But, sometimes, my friends call me that. And, sometimes, I call me that, too!

Like, as in, "I'm not fat! I'm just Fluffy!"

Some people tell me that when they listen to me, they feel like they're going fluffy, too. But at least that's better than what Man Dude said to me the other day.

See, what happened was that I went to a shop. And I meant to go straight back to my car (I drive a Proton Waja. Nice car, but my brother says it's a Mitsubishi knock-off). But this shop with "SALE!" signs all over it just caught my eye. I went in, came out with a few shopping bags, and went straight to my Waja.

Except it wasn't my Waja. It WAS a Waja. Just not mine. I was, like, hey, I don't have a little doll whatever on my dashboard. I looked at the license plate, and it DEFINITELY wasn't my Waja! I looked up around me and realized I'd walked too far.

I got disoriented because of that shop I went into. I'm usually good with remembering things like where I put my keys and stuff like that. So, anyways, I looked around, and I saw my Waja just a car away. I doshed myself on my head and walked over. And then I went ... wait ... that doesn't look like my steering lock. It's not my Waja!

I looked around again, and it was the next car over! What are the chances of three identical Wajas parked side by side (well, almost) like that? When I reached my car, this guy who was standing in front of the shops started laughing and said, "They all look the same, don't they?"

I just laughed along, trying not to show that I'm as embarrassed as I feel, and said, "Yeah. Maybe I should put a bumper sticker on mine!"

I told Man Dude that story and he said, "Are you sure you didn't dye your hair brunette? You're really a blonde, aren't you?"

To which I say (well, not actually to him, but more like a general statement to the world kind of thing), "No, I'm NOT a blonde! I'm just a DingBat."

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