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Despite other apologetically humble first sentence introductions, I am woman of many words. Dig up my mountains of neurotically introversive whinings and pseudointellectual existentialist ruminations about the profound superficiality and absurdity of life in general. I also write amateurish fiction, poetry, and reviews when the mood strikes me. A bulk of my entries exposes my bipolar personality which swings in a pendulum between mania and depression, euphoria and dysphoria. In between these, I write about nothing and merely produce spasms of wordplay and frivolous blabberies.
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