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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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I knew I was out of sorts today
when I realized my boxers were on backwards and I have an apple in my eye "And love just like blood will always stain"Beep, beep, beep goes the pay phone with the phone hanging off the hook Talk, talk, talk goes the robot "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again." Stunned, you don't remember the number but luckily your fingers remember the motions Boop beep boo bop bee deep doo dop bop beep boop Ring, ring, ring yells the telephone you wait in anticipation, choking on each breath because you've forgotten how to breathe Hello, hello, hello goes the reciever at a loss of words you end up stumbling, stuttering, and tripping over what words find your mouth Um, um, um escapes your mouth. What, what, what they say impaciently. Eyes wide, tougue tied whispering with cheeks so red: "I love you" "Oh well," she thought, for the only hope she contained was what remained unknown. Oh well. Jenny at 1:27 AM
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