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I'm a college student from a small college-town in Upstate New York. The only thing impressive about this town is that we have one huge Wal-Mart. That's about it. And that's not terribly interesting.

Neither am I. I dye my hair (so often that I'll be bald by the time I'm thirty) because I'm never satisfied with how it turns out. I'm also an incorrigable flake that gets bored after a week of something. Could be worse. I could need to get a new tattoo every week (I only have one, and damnit did it hurt).

Yeah, I have friends. Like, three of them. I'm also dating...yes, dating. A Marine. Oorah? Yeah. I'm pretty proud of that. He kicks ass...better than my last boyfriend, a West Pointer who went totally psycho when I broke up with him (I have a hindsighted suspicion that he was psycho to begin with). He's back from training, but leaving in May for desert training...

...And then, on September 9, he's off to Iraq.

I usually just chill at this computer (my boyfriend's laptop that he can't take with him in the military) with my uber-amazing cat Bishi. He's part bobcat. He's big and lazy and has a catnip addiction...a true one. He gets cranky if he doesn't have it. But he likes my feet a whole lot and he always smells pretty good for a cat.

I have another cat now...Willy. Used to be my mom's (he's 12, he's been around) and then my sister, when she moved out 5 years ago, took him, and now that I'm in my own apartment and my sis can't afford, he's mine. He's black, entirely. And if he were human, he would be a drag queen. Like...Tomboy drag queen (check out youtube: Tomboy, OK2BEGAY--it's fucking amazing). Yes. A faggot panther-kitty. I love it.

So...that's me. And by the way...my name's Moriah. Cut it down if you like. Riah's fine. But if you comment on this blog, you can call me pretty much anything you like, since it's my blog and you'll be talking to me.

I don't bite, at least. Not because I have no particular wish to bite, but because my internet connection doesn't have teeth. Meh, you can't have everything.

In fact...you can't have nothing either. Because...you'll always have your own irritation. Or some other similar emotion/sensation/feeling/idea. I suppose.

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So I have my journal divided in to two: public and personal. Public posts consist of Writer's Block posts and some philosophical/religious/whatever else debate topics that I want people to read. If you so desire to read about my rather strange personal life, which, warning, includes some rants, go ahead and friend request me, I'm not picky. Then you can read all my semi-amusing semi-confusing notes about the life I live...inconsistently, incompetently, and enjoyably. I figure that whole bit just then was pretty clever ^_^ I liked how it sounded, anyway.

Yeah. So. That enough?

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