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		<aboutMe>Just another girl with too many thoughts...
Some might describe me as &quot;random&quot; but if you were inside of my head with all of the thoughts flying around at hyper speed, you&apos;d understand how everything ties together perfectly. 
Ex: Thinking about water leads to... Water --&amp;gt; Swimming --&amp;gt; Bathing suit --&amp;gt; shopping --&amp;gt; money --&amp;gt; working --&amp;gt; exhaustion --&amp;gt; Sleeping. 
Therefore, Water makes me sleepy. 
See how that works?

I sometimes instantly forget things people tell me. Often times when I take a call at work, I have to ask the caller&apos;s name 3 times before I decide that I&apos;d better write it down. 
It&apos;s not that I have short term memory problems, it&apos;s just that I refuse to memorize unimportant shi--- things. 
Oh, I&apos;m trying clean up my language. Being Facebook friends with my Mom and all of the rest of my family members that like to picture me as a 10 year old girl (sounds creepy doesn&apos;t it?), has greatly helped me in that endeavor. 
Every once in a while, I slip. 
The backspace button is an all too convenient tool that I am on occasion, too lazy to press. I would rather type a long-winded explanation acknowledging my mistake than back track. 
There is no backspace in life and our mistakes often make for a much more interesting story. So, I just let them show. 

I have a billion and one nicknames, I counted. Pooh (usage rights exclusive to family members), Megy, Snowflake, Smart-ass; none of which actually bother me. But if you call me &quot;Babe&quot;, I will cut you. 

Now, I&apos;ll just go before I bore you to death with details you didn&apos;t ask for.</aboutMe>
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