I spent the weekend with my Mom, packing the rest of the stuff in the house in the fair village (srsly, 1 sq. mile of town) of Blufftonia. It was a weird weekend.
---Before I tell you about the packing and the stuff I forgot was in her attic and one of mom's friends asking if my life is "built around shock value" (... yes, really), I want to tell
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I get the same "Are you just doing that for the shock value?" comments and questions. Like you, it's not something I really think much about before the comments come and, like you, they leave me sort of going, "hmmmm... what do you mean?" In an innocent sounding way.
I think I have rambled long enough, so, before I do start sounding like a 14 year old groupie, I will end this. Thanks for all the entertaining reading you provide me. I am glad you made it through your trip and back home safe and sound.
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I know you most likely believe you are just you and there is not much all that special.
Yeh, pretty much. Nothing astounding here, really. Just rambly nonsense.
I will say I am glad I am entertaining :)
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