Saturday, January 18, 2025

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 Saturday, January 18, 2025





Yesterday while riding my new bicycle to the Queer Collective program I was reminded of the fact that I live in a rural state with a large population of naive people. Most of the time I miss living in a city.



This evening I'm attending the Queer Game Night.



It rained today so it will be damp and cold tonight.



I plan to begin writing on a daily basis but I don't know when I'll start.



I keep entering sweepstakes for houses with the hope of winning a home so that I will not be homeless in the future.



My new bicycle is perfect for my longer bike rides.



I hope to figure something in regards to my first career soon...


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