Once upon a time, there was a Dork named Heather.
She came from a long line of Dorks. Eastern-European immigrant Dorks, to be exact.
All she wanted was to be an astronaut when she grew up.
Or a Jedi Knight. I mean, what Dork didn't want to be a Jedi?
She also wanted to be on the cover of Vogue. But Vogue had a distinct no-Dork policy. They were obviously Dork-prejudiced.
Instead, Heather became a soldier of fortune fighting against Dork-injustice the world over. But that got boring.
So she quit the soldier gig and got a job with Bernie Madoff stealing from the rich and giving to herself and all the other Dorks.
Unfortunately, this caused her to be vilified by out-on-the-street-broke-ass-seniors all over Florida.
And wanted. But not in a good way.
Thankfully, all the other Dorks still loved her as close Dork families are wont to do.
Eventually, Dorks became the in-crowd. Everybody wanted to be a Dork and Heather was finally rewarded for her hard work in support of Dork-rights.
Even Paris Hilton wanted to be her BFF and work for Heather's Dork charity.
Kiera Knightly couldn't even get a decent job because of Heather.
And all was right with the world because, it was discovered, the world was full of Dorks.
P.S. Thanks to The Bloggess for the link to PhotoFunia. Kick ass!