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My name is Joe Stuttle and I’m sometimes anxious that my writings on here don’t reflect how I actually feel.
Around 100% of this blog was crafted on my sister’s ailing smartphone in a $40 tent, late at night, sometimes sat in the corner but most oft (and currently) curled up in my red sleeping bag.
This blog is mainly for my mother. That doesn’t mean other people can’t read it; just that it may not be incredibly saucy.