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So many times I just log on here and write whatever is in my head. It can't be very interesting; my life is not the exciting kind, where something fun happens every day. I'm actually pretty boring. Right now, it's Friday night, 8:00pm and I'm already in my pajamas in the bed. The dog is sitting beside me, watching the screen as if he's reading everything I say. I have no big plans, I'm just doing research on cars and houses and other boring, adult things. The thing is, I really like these boring adult things. I don't want to be out at bars, getting drunk, meeting new people. I'm fine with the people I already have. I hate getting drunk. It was something I did in college, and that seems as far away as China now. That's not my life anymore. I don't want it to be my life anymore. I have moved on, to real things.

So here I am, Friday night, the little yellow house in Chamblee with the dog and my laptop and possibly some tea and Nutella. I may be boring to some people, but I'm damn happy with myself and my life. And really, that's all that matters.

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."