The Lemons Life Gave Us
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  • Parts 9
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Ongoing, First published Mar 25, 2020
Mature
On Me:

Hi!

I actually don't even know what I'm doing right now.
I know I want to start a blog, but I don't know what to do next. Do I, like, write about a social issue? My life? My social life? My life issues?
I guess I should write about me.

1. My name is Dee. It's not, but my real name is super dumb.
2. I'm, like, five one or something?
3. I live in Britain. We don't use feet as a measure.
4. I hate writing lists so much, but I've started this one already. My backspace key is a bit broken.
5. I'm bi. That's bi-sexual for anyone who doesn't know. Attracted to more than one gender. Whoop whoop.
6. I've been told I look a bit like Brittany from Glee, but fat. Okay, the word used was 'bigger', but I can read subtext. Especially gay subtext (not that my size compared to Brittany S. Pierce was gay, but it was still slightly relevant). Also my hair is curly.
7. I have a lot of friends. That sounds like I'm showing off, and I kind of am. I have a tendency to show off.
8. I can't really think about anything else. Oh. Uh. Nine is my lucky number, so I need this list to be nine things long.
9. I love Brooklyn Nine-Nine. You can expect spoilers, memes and just in general constant references. If you want to talk to me, do it via b99 gifs.

Goodbi!

Dee xxx
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