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Alotta my pals say that I am pretty random, and i like to think out side of the box alot. Im pretty crazy but not in the straight jacket sorta way ya kno. I like to send letters to my friends cuz everyone likes to get real mail every once and a while. I also like to leave messages on answering machines. Those are a few joys in my life. Another joy in my life is my friends. They put happy into my life just being there. They are my favorite people and I would do anything for them. There are many other joys in my life such as my dog and writing. There are sum downs too but the good stuff makes up for it. Ya can't let the bad bring ya down too much bcuz then life gets a little harder everyday cuz its just bringin ya down. Movin on, Im kinda spastic and goofy and thats aways fun. I like to have fun and smile and have a good time. I'm never usually serious but sometimes I am when I write. Other than that, I usually am never serious cuz its just not me. It would just be weird. But hey I'm weird too and sponaneous so ya never know what to expect outta me I am just a firecracker that just never stops goin. Ya think the pop stops but no it keeps on goin. I can also be refered to as spark plug cuz i dunno i guess im sparky but okay. Thats about all the main stuff, you'll learn the rest in time.
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Ooooh man, I'm so emo right now it's lame. This is the first night I'm sleeping alone at my house and I'm just ugh...thinking.
Thinking emo thoughts and moping. I want a happy ending. I want to nuzzle a meatball to my tramp. And then share a spagetti strand and kiss on accident. And guess what? I think I am making spagetti tomorrow with some friends. We might be having a night picnic at the beach. Spagetti. We are making this uber sweet romantic picnic for the beach and I will just have to eat my meatballs and not nuzzle them to my tramp. I have no tramp to nuzzle. How sad is that. I want a tramp. I want to nuzzle. Ughh lame. Whoa, weird. You know when to type and your words are being kind of like narrated in your head at the same time? Well, my narrator is Amy and not my inside voice...if that makes sense. I just saw her a little bit ago and now her Amy-isms have rubbed of into my thoughts so that everything I say sounds like something she would say. Ooooh and we should have sparkling wine, too. Spagetti and sparkling grapejuice at our night picnic at the beach. Meep, out of all the nights not to have a sleepover and I want to cuddle so bad tonight. I want to bake more. I think I will go to sleep. Too many cookies. But I need to clean the kitchen first. Jenny at 11:12 PM
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