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Once upon a time, there lived a Jenna. She was kinda tiny and if she were a gremlin, she'd definatly be Gizmo.
This little Jenna was learning more about herself everyday and enjoying every minute of it. She started to realize that she was a very strange Jenna. She was not very understood and she was thinking that most people just think she's crazy. Especially when people stare blankly while she's laughing at something incredibly unfunny. There was always the Cameron that would laugh with her, though, so things were chill. And she also hoped that others understood her just enough to not hate being aroung her. Cougar Cum Beard and Slushie understood her sometimes.
She was trying to be artistic and smart, but sometimes it was difficult. She needed her liquid frisket (which she was getting quite soon, in fact) and some extra inspiration. But she did recently discover that she's pretty good at drawing body parts...she just needs to practice putting them all together and making it still look like a mammal.
She was a fairly happy Jenna, and was just settling into her new job and life. But, oh no, something horrible happened. She tried to get to sleep one night with all her might, but it just wouldn't happen. After hours of trying, and pondering life, she finally fell asleep...for 20 minutes. Then the cycle started over again.
This went on until seven in the morning when she realized the reason she couldn't stay asleep, let alone get to sleep in the first place, was the fact that she had an extremely terrible migraine that consumed her entire head, and bile was slowly creeping up her throught. She promptly flanked left to the bathroom and fixed the bile problem, only to realize that it made her feel even worse.
As her cough persisted, she remembered that she had to work this day, so she rang in and revealed her sickness to them.
Everytime she moved, she felt she had to releive her stomach again, but sadly, there was nothing left in there.
She tried to get back to sleep, and questioned taking a sleeping pill (but realized she'd probably be asleep until like seven if she did), then finaly gave up and put on some comfy clothes. She started some sing-a-long-able music and complained to herself about how she felt. She didn't seem to care; so inconsiderate.
Hopefully she doesn't die.
The End.
This little Jenna was learning more about herself everyday and enjoying every minute of it. She started to realize that she was a very strange Jenna. She was not very understood and she was thinking that most people just think she's crazy. Especially when people stare blankly while she's laughing at something incredibly unfunny. There was always the Cameron that would laugh with her, though, so things were chill. And she also hoped that others understood her just enough to not hate being aroung her. Cougar Cum Beard and Slushie understood her sometimes.
She was trying to be artistic and smart, but sometimes it was difficult. She needed her liquid frisket (which she was getting quite soon, in fact) and some extra inspiration. But she did recently discover that she's pretty good at drawing body parts...she just needs to practice putting them all together and making it still look like a mammal.
She was a fairly happy Jenna, and was just settling into her new job and life. But, oh no, something horrible happened. She tried to get to sleep one night with all her might, but it just wouldn't happen. After hours of trying, and pondering life, she finally fell asleep...for 20 minutes. Then the cycle started over again.
This went on until seven in the morning when she realized the reason she couldn't stay asleep, let alone get to sleep in the first place, was the fact that she had an extremely terrible migraine that consumed her entire head, and bile was slowly creeping up her throught. She promptly flanked left to the bathroom and fixed the bile problem, only to realize that it made her feel even worse.
As her cough persisted, she remembered that she had to work this day, so she rang in and revealed her sickness to them.
Everytime she moved, she felt she had to releive her stomach again, but sadly, there was nothing left in there.
She tried to get back to sleep, and questioned taking a sleeping pill (but realized she'd probably be asleep until like seven if she did), then finaly gave up and put on some comfy clothes. She started some sing-a-long-able music and complained to herself about how she felt. She didn't seem to care; so inconsiderate.
Hopefully she doesn't die.
The End.