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Thoughts from my mind to the internet

True story. Or at least that’s what my mind was telling me last Saturday night. It’s taken a bit of time for me to actually come around to writing about this experience. Mostly due to the fact that a lot of it is actually really difficult to describe but I’m sure as hell going to …

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I started this blog about 3 years ago or so now. All to give me a reason to write and put my stuff out there. I started off quite consistent and posting frequently. Sometimes, multiple times a day if I had the time. I felt reinvigorated and sitting down to write regularly was fun and …

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Today at work my manager had sent me a message with a link. I clicked on it and it was the breaking news that Ellen Page was now transgender and is now going by Elliot Page. Now, if you don’t know who Ellen Page was/is, she is an actress. The film she is probably most …

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The shit show that continues in the U.S. The petulant child, who is supposed to be in charge of the country can’t handle the results of the election. He’s fighting tooth and nail to prove his claims of voter fraud are true. Now, I’m sure there are smidgens of fraud in every election we have …

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I think it’s safe to say that we won’t ever trust the polls again. To be honest I’ve never had any faith in them to begin with. Needless to say, events have seemed to unfold as it was theorized. The beginning votes all around would be showing much higher for Trump and I actually went …

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Welcome back to another story from a family cross country trip across the U.S.A. It was 1990 and I was 8 years old. It only took me 30 fucking years to finally decide to write about my memories from it. Anyways, on to the tale today. I literally do not remember anything from Salt Lake …

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When I was 8 years old, I was fortunate to be the beneficiary of one of my father’s dreams. That dream being to go on a cross country trip across the United States. My father had been working for himself as a builder for 8 years at that time and had managed to save enough …

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