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FP;BP (First post; best post)

I'm not really the blogging type but after my first short story being published in a real magazine, I have to say that my confidence has been boosted.
Hi, I'm Jim Burdick.
I'm unemployed.
I'm autistic.
I'm overweight.
I'm single.
I'm really not that kind of person to ramble on and on but here I am making a blog.
Why?
Why not.
I'm just going to use this blog to as a space to update people on my life that won't be filled with dozens of obscure relatives trying to get to know me on facebook. At the very least I can put in blurbs and food here, maybe even something funny once in a while.

That sound good?

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