Okay, so here is where I draft a mail that I will be sending to a friend. She is my venting buddy, and I tell her everything. It's odd how our friendship sprang up. We met once at an event where we wrote each other notes (which she found hilarious! Although I've never thought of myself as a funny person). We then sent each other notes over Facebook, and somehow both of us ended up sending completely truthful, open notes about everything in our lives. I really value my friendship with her - it's different from what I have with everyone else (maybe because she lives a gazillion miles away and I'm not worried that she'll tell anyone or that she knows anyone I know - although actually she does, but that's a story for another time) - I tell her everything. And we don't have the same kinds of jokes I have with my other friends either!
Okay, this has turned into completely the opposite of what I expected. More later. I made up the fight with my mom.
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A blog by a no-longer teenaged girl who is a "bundle of paradoxes" about pretty much anything going on in her life. Not particularly interesting and lots of random personal stories interesting only as a virtual diary.
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