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Introducing: Memo of Myself

What is a girl to do when she lays on the cusp of a new beginning? She takes her uninitiated adventures in a booming metro center and shares them for all the world.

Currently I'm a melding of conflicting attributes anxious for all their ends to meet; a college senior in need of a job, shy and outspoken, "the whitest black girl I know" who's getting a little more Sistatude, and my favorite, the virginal innocent who's getting a little more naughty.

For this 20 something its time to look towards the horizon, its the end of the vicarious and the beginning of me.

I'm a 21 year old, black, feminist, gay ally, liberal, spiritual, daughter, sister, cousin, best friend.
All I want is the world. I want to experience life in its fast paced, to the fullest, no inhibitions kinda way. This coming from the former shy, inhibited, uninformed, conservative, christian(?).
So this is it, the record of my zeaolous, voltaic adventures. And don't we just love the word voltaic.

To my fellow ladies let's do this. Lets throw aside our inhibitions, let go of the burdens and the parental dependency, appreciate each other and our experiences, let loose, be free, and in the words of a lAdiEe I know...

"let's live it the fuck up".

**fIrefLy**

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