Almost a year, I tend to think more about blogging around my birthday. I guess it's really more journaling than blogging when no one reads it. I wonder the official defined difference between the two. I could Google it. But I prefer to wonder. I read that somewhere in the last year. "The Nest," I think, Didn't really like the book, but that thought stands out. If a book gives you one takeaway that stays with you, it's done it's job, right? Even if that take away has nothing to do with the book itself? No, let me do that again, Even if that take away has nothing to do with the book itself.
The space bar on my goofy little laptop is giving me troubles. We'll see how long I can keep this up.
J didn't work out. Turned out to be relatively creepy. And he never bought me a drink.
I'll have to go *way* back in my text messages with a girlfriend to figure out who was next. I think it was the drunken Oompa Loompa...
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