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For the Record...

You don't know me yet, but I'm hoping in time you will. For the record, I'm not really a fan of blogging. I personally don't think you need to know what goes on in my mind unless you're a part of my inner circle. However, as a person who has an insane need to express myself, I thought this might be a good way to let off some steam.

Now, a few things about me...

I'm a woman who loves Jesus, popcorn, music, life, and people -- not necessarily in that order.

I am wonderful. In fact, I'm so wonderful that you can be wonderful, too, and that won't negate any of my wonderfulness. Fortunately for you, there's room in this world for a whole lot of wonderful people.

Even though that last statement might make me sound conceited, I'm really not. In fact, I'm just learning how to love myself in spite of my imperfections.

While I'm not a political person by nature, I'm angry at the way our government has handled us. It bothers me that young men are dying in Iraq because of a lie told by the Bush Administration, or as I like to refer to the lot of them, the Republican Mafia. Which brings me to my next point...

I'm a conspiracy theorist. I believe that the government -- especially the Republican Mafia -- is out to get us. When I say "us," I mean anyone who doesn't subscribe to their ideals. When I told my friends that I thought the government was listening to our cell phone conversations, they thought I was crazy. Now that it's been proven true, they've started listening to me more -- or at least that's what I'd like to think!

I'm tired of being alone. It's not cool for a woman my age not to have been in a serious or significant relationship at least once. Maybe my experiences have made it virtually impossible for a man to penetrate my psyche in a meaningful way.

My family -- which consists of my mother, my brother, my grandmother, my uncle, my niece, and my raggedy cousin -- means the world to me. I may talk about them like dogs, but if you know what's good for you, you won't.

I consider my friends my family, and I love them all dearly. Honestly, I have the very best friends a person could ask for. They're not necessarily rich, famous, or perfect, but they love and embrace me and my imperfections.

I'm not really sure how often I'll post here, or what I'll say, but I hope you'll stick around for the ride. Until next time...

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