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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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My ma is a silly, silly woman.
So silly that it is necessary to repeat silly once more for emphasis. But that is what I love about her. She's so silly. And I'm so silly. And when we are silly together, it's hysterical. But that's not the only reason I love her. I love her because she accepts me for who I am and loves me no less That means the world to me And I love how we can be silly together all the time. -During Tim and my Queer as Folk marathon- Ma: "Tim, would you like to stay for dinner?" Tim: "No thank you, I am going out to dinner with a friend tonight." Ma: "Oh, okay, just thought I'd offer. Jen? Are you going to have dinner tonight? :gasps: You're eating chips!" Tim: "She had some yesterday, too." Jen: "Tim! (In response to the dinner question) Yes, maybe, but not right now. And yes, I am eating some chips." Ma: "You're spoiling your appetite." Jen: "I only ate a couple!" Ma: "What kind of chips are those? Jen: "The Works" Ma: "Where'd you find them?" ::I give her a weird look and point to the far table, the one always full of different chips:: Ma: "You know your dad has a stash hidden in the other room.." Jen: "What? Oh my God! He's hoarding the chips? But why?" Ma: "They're his favorite." Jen: "What? They're my favorite, too. Hell, I INTRODUCED him to these chips." Ma: "Yea, well, I see that...and I hope you get a PIMPLE!" Jen: "What? Why would I get a pimple?" Ma: "Because of all the oil in those chips." Jen: "Ma, I don't rub them on my face!" Ma: "Well, all that excess oil has to go somewhere ::smirks::" Jen: "You're crazy. You are a crazy lady. Go eat your spagetti and texas toast. And I am not going to get a pimple." ::Ma leaves:: Tim: "I hope you get a pimple." Jen: "Shut up, Tim! I am not going to get a pimple!" I should show that to Meg/Vik/Whitey. It'd be bitchin' it that got into Finesse. Jenny at 9:31 PM
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