Sunday, August 22, 2004

   god my sisters make me laugh so much
so I was just sat there, minding my own business when my 7 year old sister just shouted out "Katie has a hairy fanny." hehe...so we started this whole conversation about stuffs. It's actually really amazing how much they know. Liz is seven for fucks sake, and she's making jokes about tits and sex and stuff. Just kinda took me by suprise. I mean, seven. When I was that age everyone was talking about barbies and stuff. I hated barbies, I used to chew their feets and amputate their limps. but I was actually happier playing X-men with my little brothers...I was always storm... ha fun =) yea. but fuck, she's only seven. How the hell does she know about that crap?
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Saturday, August 21, 2004

arguing again
god. why cant they stop it for once. i walked out this morning because of it, and when i get back my mum sarts having a go at me. why can't she just piss off?

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Friday, August 20, 2004

   OOO the shortness
Why are all my posts so short. well, yers...

"hello, my name is Jennie, and I'm a quizaholic..."
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   hehe
O I lover being hyper...Must be all this talk of sex, and frozen cheesecake...hehe...I hate me mum =)
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   Way too many quizzes
that's it. I'm not doing any more...this place is more quizy than "wheel of fortune" yup. no more quizzes.
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   the world
yus, the world is indeed a very strange place. One minute I'm all hyper and feeling faint because I'm too hot, and the next I'm all mehy and freezing. bah. I blame my sisters. Evil evil things that they are. yes indeedy
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once again they got it wrong...
either that or I'm scared of myself.

"argh, me! get away....get away."

"ACHTUNG!

jenjen may actually be a spider-human hybrid

Username:

From Go-Quiz.com

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argh...it knows...

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Yea, verily: Who is that, prowling through the cliffs! It is Jenjen, hands clutching a sharpened screwdriver! She bellows ominously: "For the love of beatings, I carve into flesh until my loins find satisfaction!"

Find out! Enter username: Are you a girl, or a guy ?

created by beatings : powered by monkeys

*hides her screwdriver*
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Thursday, August 19, 2004

the formidable
The fromidable lady with her voice like stone,
hard,
crushing.
She laughs as you wriggle.
As she see's your petty attempts, and mocks your stupidity.

Her piercing stare stabs at you pulls at your heart and
leaves you quivering
as she peers
down
at
you.

You know your place.
You know your place- as she walks,
comfortably in her shoes, striding quickly.

Leaving you.

You wouldn't have thought.
You couldn't imagine.
But she knows.
She knows.

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Wednesday, August 18, 2004

beauty
In a field of flowers, a dying butterfly is a beacon of beauty amonst weeds.
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