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I walked down the brick pathway looking at all the faces of those that surrounded me. My world was opened, I saw new opportunities and things that brought me pleasure. It was after I ate my first piece of orbit gum..

Posted By Jennifer Whitcomb On 02.07.2012 @ 10:01 am

Freedom. There’s not much else that I can say about this. Except… A girl decided to take a trip. She looked on the map, pointed her finger at a place, and found it to be New York City. She was excited, and she never been there before. Her friend said, “Liberty, this is perfect! It’s fate!”

Posted By Jennifer Whitcomb On 01.19.2012 @ 8:26 pm

My beloved leaned over me one afternoon while I was lounging on the couch reading a book. I stopped reading and look at him and smiled. The next words that left his lips were surprising, but not unwelcome. He said, “If you want to live you’ll follow me to the bedroom”…I laughed inside and thought, “only my beloved”

Posted By Jennifer Whitcomb On 06.12.2011 @ 9:30 pm

Rise and Shine! It’s that time now when everyone blinks open their eyes in disgust…it’s time to face the day. Of course the day isn’t so bad, it might even be great, but until you get that first cup of coffee you’re subject to believe it’s going to be crap. Don’t rise to the notion that life is boring, rise and shine and make your life what you want it to be!

Posted By Jennifer Whitcomb On 06.10.2011 @ 2:05 pm

I was walking down this street one day and just as I turned the corner I was sprayed in the eye with sillystring. Turns out that was the day that the block party was happening for May day. Weird, though, since it was more like a city party and it wasn’t even May yet. Either way, I’d turned a corner in my life where I learned I can party at any point in my life.

Posted By Jennifer Whitcomb On 06.08.2011 @ 5:15 pm

The word is forgetting. Like forgetting your favorite color or place, but who forgets that kind of thing? I think forgetting is more like forgetting what you dead father looks like, or forgetting where you met your best friend in the beginning. I like forgetting sometimes..like when something bad happens and you forget about it, but I hate forgetting when its somehting you want to remember. I want to remember what my dad looks like.

Posted By Jennifer Whitcomb On 06.07.2011 @ 9:45 pm