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It's funny when you finally have a blank space to write on and your mind suddenly turns blank too. Strange stuff. I've been composing things in my head for a week and now I'm finally here without anything to say. But I still need to talk. Is this soley a female trait? I mean, just this weekend I was talking to guys who act like talking is just something they do in between the times they're physically engaged in activity. For me, talking IS the activity. The older I get the more I feel like we're from other planets. Of maybe just that we shouldn't be sharing this one.

Jason told me about some machine (or organism) that some scientists were developing. It's for use on Mars in order that people might live there. I can't remember the details of this thing (Jason, it's not that I wasn't listening, it was just that I was so tired) but that's not where this was going. I think we should send all the men there. Or not. It sounds like I'm a man hater. We'll just let it sound like that. I'd probably be pretty lonely in this quest to send men to Mars. I mean, even now my once-loyal girlfriend, Autumn, would probably want men to stay. Seeing that she's in a relationship and all. I'm not bitter since she's with an amazing friend of mine, Ky.

Hmm, I wonder how my friends are going to feel about me using their last names. I'm working on getting rid of my intense worry about privacy. Which is why this blog bears my name. I mean, it's just a name. There's far higher chances of me being hurt by someone I actually know (like a co-worker) than a stranger on the internet. And everyone I know already knows my last name so what's there to hide? Besides, I love my name. It's who I am.

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