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Might it also be said that Little Miss Nomad made a desperate appeal to my emotions which I was not prepared to endure. Let this be a warning to others: your pain is nothing to me. Jaime's words cut, healed, and scarred. Whatever semblance of a heart I had left has been hardened and immune to any attacks inflicted by you upon discovering the exclusion of your blog from my sidebar. If you wish your blog to receive my highly coveted endorsement you must appeal to a more objective, utilitarian, humorous, or insightful realm of my consciousness.
In other news:
I love fish.
It took me becoming a vegetarian to even consider the wide world of fish.
I guess that doesn't make me a vegetarian. A "vegequarian" would be a more accurate term.
I like red snapper, sea bass, salmon, tilapia, mahi mahi, and swordfish.
I do not like catfish. They eat shit.