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What up everyone? I'm still here.
I feel like I'm stuck in a rut. In every way possible. I hate routines but I can't seem to kick them to the curb.

Why am I listening to "Ana Haifa"? No, I'm not tied up and as a form of torture being forced to listen to this. I question my taste sometimes. I'm jealous that I would never be able to record a song titled "I am Janny!" and pass it off as music.
side note: Gosh, she's gorgeous. Plastic surgery and all, but I'll save that topic for another day.
...I caught myself today having a conversation with this blog. In my head, of course. *I'm not crazy, I swear*
Blog: Where have you been?
Janny: Out...
Blog: You're lying! You've been writing other blogs, haven't you?
Janny: No, You don't understand. I've just been busy. (runs off crying)
I need to get out.
In other non-news, I found my diary from high school. After I read it, I proceeded to shred it up. If anyone ever read it, I might have been the first person to die from embarrassment. It was absolutely ridiculous.

Dear creepy old man,
I don't know you very well (or at all) and I don't want to just flatter myself, but I think you might be stalking me. Now, before you get defensive, I see the way you happen to walk out your door the second I walk out of mine. The way you're always the person behind me in the grocery line. The fact that you mutter incoherently isn't really helping your case. I just want to let you know, don't ever try anything more than stalking. I've been working out and I can whoop your butt any day (except Sunday, I do laundry). Although, I hope we won't ever have to come to that point.
sincerely,
Janny.