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surprise. surprise. SURPRISE!! another little girl has created a blog on the world wide web to vent her so called "stress of everyday life". actually, i'm not a little girl, so creepy pedo-bears, back off. now. for your own safety. i am here mainly to talk about things that i want to talk about to an imaginary audience (i guess its to keep me sane, but the more i type, the less sane i sound). if there really is an audience one day, fantastic~, i have managed to lure in some suckers. if not, yeah, i probably saw that one coming. this blog is also here because i can't really/don't like keeping a journal. it makes me sound like a 3rd grader. so in summary, to conclude, as i wrap up (that's right, i'm repeating myself, being redundant, and not writing concisely since this isn't your messed up little classroom), welcome to the home of the enslaved and cowardly (in case you didn't get it, it's a spin off the words "home of the free and the brave", b/c i don't feel free or brave. the end

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