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I Said What I Said

So... once upon a time, I used to blog. I blogged for the entirety of my 19-month mission in the Dominican Republic, I blogged, when I came home, and I blogged when I moved to Washington with my mom and little sister. I moved to Arizona, where I still currently live, over five years ago, and that's apparently when the blogging stopped. Ok, well, I did become a frequent contributor for the Young Mormon Feminists blog, but for the sake of simplicity, I'm referring to this, my personal, me-centric blog. I could go into agonizing detail as to why, but I won't. I'll save my retroactive posts about what went on between the world n' me during those fast and furious five years at some point in the future. Some of the best stories are told anachronistically anyway. But I digress. When I revisited this blog for the first time in years a few days ago, I had a pretty obvious epiphany-- that it's essentially my electronic diary, a more permanent way to preserve my tho
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