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This Monkey's Gone To Heaven

Name:
Calea
Birthdate:
15 July
Schools:
Hi.

I'm hardly ever on here and when I am I don't say much that's relevent to my life. I use this site primarily to keep in touch with people who I otherwise wouldn't be able to, and so most, if not all, of my posts are taken from the surface debris of my mind and in actuality say very little about who I am and what's going on with me.

They (the posts) also have a tendency to turn into long-ass diatribe's over things that piss me off, because that's what things degenerate into when you're never around to say anything of substance--when I do show up it's because I've got something to vent, and most of the time this has very little to do with whether or not the subject I'm venting on is actually important to me or something I feel strongly about.

This will be seen with as much frequency as the posts specifically there to inform aforementioned people about the cause for my most recent falling-off-the-face-of-the-planet, which end up being reduced to a string of highlighted events I have the time to recall and overall form a disjointed and probably misleading snapshot of my life. As is fairly obvious from this info section, I'm particularly fond of being as long-winded as possible and seeing how many run-on sentences I can fit into one entry.

On that note, I should point out that anyone who doesn't know me to such an extent that they actually think to rely on this POS as a source of solid information and basis for judgement would probably be better off just emailing me (nope@nope.com) to find out what's going on, and anyone idiot enough to make condescending anonymous comments without having done so (or doing so afterward) is neither justified nor really being paid any attention. This says a bit more on that subject.

Not that any of this matters or would ever affect the sort of person prone to leaving anonymous comments, I just have to have a small personal disclaimer somewhere that I can point to which announces the hilarity and futility of such, so that if they do take the time to read this shit they'll know I'm laughing at them and automatically regard anything they say with contempt.

With all that out of the way, I'm actually not as much of a raging bitch as this thing would make me out to be, but I suppose that's debatable.

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