I was going to let out some angst... but...

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No one likes to read about people feeling sorry for themselves. Proven fact. Whiny little girls, as a rule, should not be given access to their own websites because they will inevitably wind up annoying the hell out of everyone around them.

So, bearing this in mind, here is a top-of-my-head list of all the things that make me awesome:

-I rock the hell out of this bright, rich turquoise color that happens to be my favorite shade on the planet

-I have, on occasion, been known to pull some pretty fantastic writing out of nowhere just before a paper's due

-I love the people that matter in my life so deeply it baffles me, and it takes a whole hell of a lot to change that

-My hair is bouncy, my eyelashes are a mile long, and I have a more than adequate bod despite a love of carbs and an aversion to any exercise that requires real sweating

-I can identify anyone from Greco-Roman mythology by name alone

-There are people who love me as much as I love them... even if they are far away

-I have a steady hand and sharp sight on the shooting range

-My cooking kicks ass

-I can connect with almost any dog I encounter

-I know my hockey

-I dominate at any game an old fart from Michigan can play: euchre, shuffleboard, cribbage

-I can organize herds of drunk college students without getting called "mom"

-I'm equally adept at flirting and being one of the guys

So... I really have no reason to be upset right now. Cause I'm a pretty sweet person.

Hey, if you wanted to read someone's humble thoughts on themselves, go read a blog called "milkmaid complex" or something.