After a string of go-nowhere jobs, I finally hit a lucky stride and I'll be able to attend film school soon.
I have plenty of interests including reading, writing, watching movies, acting (and by no means directing), and I used to work out and would like to again.
I'm not wise for my age. I'm not mature for my age. My epiphanies are no greater than Crack-Joe Bob down the street. We're both human. How great can we be exactly?
I've made mistakes in the past and I'll make mistakes in the future and I'm ok with that. My friends and family are ok with that. If there's a higher power, I assume such a power is ok with that.
I'm making some inner changes in my life and have decided to no longer be a doormat. I'm a person and deserve as much respect as the next.
That being said...
TAKING CARE OF YOUR JEFF
1. Each morning begins with a tick bath for Jeff and while he is still groggy, push worm medicine down his throat. (I have worms)
2. Then smash 65 bananas by hand, covered with honey and sprinkled with termites. (I won't eat them any other way!)
3. Then apply a generous amount of ointment to his crotch region. (Yes, you have to.)
If you follow these instructions, your Jeff shall grow a healthy coat and a robust figure. Jeffs are very delicate.
(Come on! There are worse places to apply ointment!)
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