| So here it is: my entry. I know that it's hard to believe. I have waited over a year to write something clever, witty, and insightful. And after all of this time I have come to the conclusion that it won't kill anyone to wait a little longer until I can actually come up with something that is all of these things. In other words, I'm just psyching you out. Sorry. |
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| I'm in the mood for some cheering up. How about I tell you all my life story?
I was born in Jamaica. This is why I'm taking AP Spanish and am a president of the Spanish Honor Society. My Spanish is that good.
Then a French family was visiting and decided I was too smart a baby to keep in Jamaica, where my hometown was under the threat of demolition. Thus I traveled by sea (a 4 month journey, mark you!) to France, where I was named Jacques-Pierre. It was then I realized my true parentage: the Nardone family of Italie. I was devastated: Where were my Jamaican roots? Instead I was stuck with this Italian family that doesn't even speak Italian all the time. I mean, sure, I may be a better Italian than Heather, but heck, where's the pizza for dinner!
In conclusion, humus is very disgusting. |
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| Nardonie hasn't changed the password yet... 
jello wrestling... interesting... |
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| before nardone changes his password and we all get kicked out, it must be said:

blue was here. |
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| Yea, the real Nardone wrote the first half of the last entry. Heather decided to mention how hot Shelly is in the other half. Pay it no heed. The first part is still true. |
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