But I've got this blog now. I found there were thoughts I couldn't fit onto Twitter that I wanted to be seen somewhere. Let's play both sides of the fence, say there are no angels looking down, glorying in my little flashing life. No celestial writer constructing my plot. Someone out there will look into my brain meats and see a spark.
Congratulations, viewer. Welcome to my head.
I realize that this can't be a standard college bitch-blog, and if I spend this bandwidth talking the nuances of my day then I'm missing the point. What I've picked up from my Aunt Diane, and gentleman friend Dave, is that I need a theme. I feel narcissistic picking myself as a theme, but for now I'll have to do.
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