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CONGRATULATIONS FAGGOTS YOU FOUND IT!
~scribbled by jen sometime around 9:31 PM
people really are shit.
for once in your pathetic life, think of the people you've hurt.
maybe you should shut up and apologize before you miss your chance.
~scribbled by jen sometime around 1:35 AM
i beat underground 2. i feel so special.
~scribbled by jen sometime around 10:05 PM
I've started a new blog for many different reasons. I will most likely still update this one, just not as often. If you would like the link to the new blog AIM me at angryapplepie and let me know. I will consider giving it to you. Okay, I probably will.
The new blog will hopefully provide a better outlet because it's not all over Google and people won't be able to guess the link anymore. It's also going to be more reflective and aimed at certain people. You may have guessed by now that I am extremely shy and non-confrontational. Well, I'm having a hard time keeping the anger inside nowadays, so I need a better way to let it out before I totally snap and hurt someone.
If you don't want to see that side of me (haha it's scary am i right guys?) just stick with this blog. Later gators :)
~scribbled by jen sometime around 2:17 AM
you know... i have nothing helpful to say right now.
my tongue hurts...
but... VOTE FOR DANE COOK. RIGHT NOW.
~scribbled by jen sometime around 1:05 AM
Little Boy: We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
Adult: The sky had come crashing down like the new of intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that were like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the Ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the top of the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn?t good for two...I rode alone.
Old Man: You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." there is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.
~scribbled by jen sometime around 1:30 AM
5. deer vomit
4. the proper way to get sand out of your ass
3. the proper way to get a stubborn turd out of your ass (accompanied by true stories)
2. bodyless mice found in the mousetrap in the garage
and the #1 thing not to talk about around the dinner table is:
1. how your mother was conceived
yes, i have enough trouble dealing with the knowledge of how i was conceived. but hearing your grandparents talk about their sex life is just too much. there is a line that must never be crossed amongst family members... and we were about 5 million miles past that line.
and yes, #3 was actually talked about... and stories were told. i'm not even going to post them. if you want to know, heaven forbid, just ask.
anyway that's it for now... i have to get ready for work... i might add more to this later.
~scribbled by jen sometime around 2:57 PM