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A few months ago I blogged about Morgan Dana Harrington, a Virginia Tech student who went to a Metallica concert, and through a series of unfortunate events, also went missing.

Today, they found Morgan's body, in a field 10 minutes from the concert venue.

Now, I am no reporter... I am sure this thing will end up in Google alerts or something because of her name or because of VT. Fine. I am not stating anything new, that I haven't read myself about this story.

I have a very, very heavy heart and so much sorrow for the Harringtons and Morgan's loved ones.

And also, I am filled with gratitude that I have been able to do what it is I do without harm coming to me.
No one has hurt me and from about this time last year until October 25th (exactly) I gave them plenty of chances to do just that.
Not since then though.
I thank Morgan for that.

I go to concerts alone all the time.
I wear tight(ish) jeans, band shirts, lots of eye makeup and most of the time, my long blonde hair down.
I am friendly and flirtatious.
And I drink.

Whatever, whoever has looked out for me, and has helped me get through some of the tight spots I have been in in the past year, thank you.

This isn't an insecurity issue. Trust me, I have one hell of a punch. And kick. My mom has said to me many, many times "I feel really sorry for the person that ever tries to attack you, sweetie."
I am not afraid. And this isn't a trust issue.

This is a safety issue. This story was a wake up call for me.
And as I have said many times about many things, how many times does the snooze alarm have to go off before you just get the fuck out of the bed?

RIP Morgan. You and I are connected, I have learned from you.