It lasted...what... twenty minutes?
Who says I need a medical doctor to cuddle up next to?
I've got one that will never prefer blondes.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
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who am I?
Writers are, deep in their souls, didacts who itch to deliver the Unvarnished Truth and cannot help but unburden themselves of that which burns in their hearts. Writers are preachers.
-Brian Doyle
About Me
- Jen
- I'm curious, openly opinionated, and addicted to writing. Unfortunately I don't think of my audience all that often, so enjoy what will eventually evolve into my memoir - and at that time, you should definitely buy it.
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- Yes, this is actually receiving a grade.
- problem.
- justification.
- well duh.
- goodbye.
- about face!
- you may say that I'm a dreamer
- whoopsie
- I ain't no hollaback girl.
- the sky could be blue; could be grey. I don't mind.
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- remember that one time
- The Edible Qualifier
- Busy like a very tall bee.
- BOOM.
- I never made promises lightly.
- to the person searching for Jamie Gines on my blog:
- the cure.
- te amo! that means "I love you!"
- really now.
- Review: The King's Speech
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