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Well, here I am again: posting. A journal entry. Because you know what? I enjoy writing A LOT. I write fanfiction. I write a semi-professional-type blog for a local support group. I write original stories. I write emails. I write what I'm going to say next, in my head.  I lovelovelovelove writing. And you know what? A person should do what they love. Because nothing is more important than that. Well, that's not entirely true. Food, water, air, friendship, self-care, and inner strength are more important. But doing what you love, or at least loving what you do, are way way up there in my opinion. Me? I work with children, and I write, and

So, I just reviewed the first page ot my profile comments... and I got SPOKEN TO by some of my favorite artists on the ENTIRE site. Oh. My God. I can now DIE of happines!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And for those who care (read, NONE, but I don't really care either) That last boyfriend I was ranting about turned out to be a total--well, I wouldn't say "waste of time" because I learned a lot about myself. But it wasn't the most pleasant relationship I've ever had. In fact, very painful; boderline emotionally abusive. (No, I won't say which side of the border.) I broke up with him in September of '08 and have been very happy and very SINGLE ever since.

Okay, I have great news! I have another/new boyfriend, and I'm SO happy with him. He. Is. Awesome. And, I ADORE him. So, yay me. Yet ANOTHER one of my friends is dating my most recent ex, but I don't care, beyond the fact that he's been a good friend to me, and she's one of my best friends, ever. And they're totally going to hurt each other. *happy dances* and, odd as this sounds... he smells good! ^_^   Yays! And he has a DevArt, and crazy-ass brother. And he's freaking IRISH. My god. = ^ . ^ =   It's amazing, though—we actually have a lot in common.