Mon petit coin d'enfer

Why do you think it is some people don't get along with you?

I forget a lot of stuff so I guess I come off as inconsiderate.  I know someone that truly dislikes me because they were hitting on me after hitting on everyone else at this party...and because it was so awkward for me i laughed nervously.  So I guess my being socially awkward comes off as bitchy and snobby.  I don't know.

What's the most valuable thing you've ever had stolen?

The originial special edition wheels on my trans am.  Jerks.

What makes your best friend so special? 
Submitted by Jessmiloo.

My best friend is special because...eek that sounds like the start to a pageant speech.  Scratch that. 

My best friend reigns supreme over all other best friends because,(much better)...

Jenni is talented, smart, witty, beyond funny, and I can't help but look forward to every time I get to see her.  Who else is going to pretend to make out with me to excite stupid boys...but that barely scratches the surface.

Jenni knows probably the greatest extent of my quirks, oddities, and extremes of sadness, anger, and instability...and unless she the greatest actress the world has ever seen...she loves me anyway.  So many people offer love and trust "no matter what," but when rough times hit they run like hell or place judgements.  I am all over the place and when other people try to press me to the ground and tell me to get a grip, Jenni is right there with...with maybe the gentle nudge to slow down.  Jenni met me when I was so depressed and had no sense of boundaries or censorship.  Looking back I'm embarrassed as all hell, but Jenni still gave me a chance.  I will never accept our meeting as a coincidence. We are on the same wavelength a lot of the time, and if not I think we counter balance eachother.  If I'm sad Jenni can pull me out, if she's sad too we can share in the moping on a kitchen floor.

Jenni always makes me feel special.  She takes so much time to help me with art and stuff.  She encourages me even where my parents have fallen short.  When I feel like a waste of art supplies or ink, Jenni teaches me with patience no professor has ever shown me.  I probably would have stopped drawing a few years ago if Jenni didn't keep telling me I could improve.  I don't even think I can express just how important it is to know that Jenni believes in me.

I also know that Jenni will forgive me for this post falling short of letting everyone know truly special she is.  I don't think I have enough words to explain it.  I just get bombarded by a warm comfort and urge to smile when I thought about this question and Jenni.  I don't want to tell you all anyway, don't need anyone trying to steal her, because she's mine...I claimed her...though Mikey may try to dispute that with me hehe.

To put it simply Jenni has kept me alive for the past 7 years and I wouldn't trade her for anything or anyone. 

Oh and as Jenni said...this is a great question.

Have you noticed a climate change in the area where you live over the past few years?

Yes.  It's rather hard not to notice the disappearance of mountains upon mountains of snow.

Who or what do you really love?

I love dancing.  I love playing in warm rain.  I love acting childish with Jenni, like painting silly murals.  I love Cloud.  I love memories.  I love caring and being cared about.  I love the people in my life, in different ways and on different levels...but hey love is love...n'est pas?

If you were stranded on a desert island, what five people would you eat first?
Submitted by James Poling.

If I answered this question honestly I'd end up on some national security threat list.  I don't think my choices are based so much on the eating as they are on the killing in preparation for the eating...heh.

Little girl raped, violated, exposed by the world. Clinging to her aged equal and sharing the burden, marred by the past. Are these injustices so unique, even though they reflect in the faces ostof most of the world? Are they worth writing of, worth even remembering?

Fallen into a blackened pit, darkened cellar, forest without point of light or direction...tossed into all these artful prisons that writers plant themselves and their heroes within.

This tale is devoid of a rescuer or savior and without sympathy for the sufferer. The tormented drowns and suffocates but not from true anguish. Plagued by the clichéd desire to be different, to be special. Suffering merely from plainness. There is no saving to be done in this. There are no tales of knights being called to aid the affliction of commonness for it holds no fatal threat.

A pretty speech could be made of such a living, but would anyone read it? Would anyone care?

Is there a story in nothingness? Or would that compromise the state?

Have you ever met any celebrities? Any interesting stories?
Submitted by Tasha.

I presented an award to Kevin Bacon and his brother.  I was Miss Pre-teen Queen of the Earth so I was invited to their show by my pageant director.  The governor of Pennsylvania had awards for them, so I presented one along with another pageant chick.  The funny thing was that I didn't know who Kevin Bacon was at the time.  After the show they had to jet but we chilled with his manager.  I was 13 and the guy said he would have served me a drink in a bar...ha ha.

This story only amuses me because of the six degree separation bit...yea I'm a first degree...he he.