So I just spent the last half hour making a quiz to send to my dearest friends, who most don't bother with my blog. I think my blog is the coolest and if I were my friend I would look at this blog. Even if I wasn't my friend I would look at this blog because it is about Jo and Chickens. I like chicken! I like to eat it, I like to keep chicken figurines, I like to dress up as a chicken occasionally, I think real live chickens smell and they are sometimes dumb. Christalina's retarded one is fun to make fun of and laugh at, but other than that...real chickens arent that appealing to me. There you go Shanell, my spill on how I say that I like chicken but yet I let them die so I can eat them...I think I am going insane or something like that, I catch myself talking to myself. Or maybe I'm just talking to Pam. She has been away for awhile, but I don't know why she would want to come back now. Maybe she is there when no one else is. But then why has she visited before, like to play with Bev, Lilly, Johnny, Melanie and or Jack? This is a very deep question. Today I read a thing that said "38 ways to guess your baby's sex" isn't it all a guess if you don't have an ulta sound? Hello~the guess is 50/50, so even if you have 38 ways to guess, it is 38 50/50's. I want 38 ways to tell your baby's sex. Not that I want to know right away. I need to get married first. I need a boy first. Oh oh, but I have one in mind, but he doesn't think I am the cutest thing on this planet, so I guess I shouldn'teven have him on my mind, but I do, because I think he is cute and adorable...
Be safe, have fun and try not to float away.
lvoe you all lvoe Princess Jo Jo Daphne
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There is absoluetly nothing wrong in talking to yourself. In fact, everyone does it. It's only the sane people who are willing to admit to it, or do it in public.
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