20 June 2009

Sympathy. . . Or Something

I may or may not have internet access this week while I try to have a real life, so in case I'm not around I'll just leave you with Alex's profound words of comfort in my hour of disenchantment with my adolescence:

"Honey, the only difference between you and other teenagers is that you kept a journal."

7 comments:

Saddie and Levi said...

What is this thing "real life" you speak of? Sounds unpleasant. Is it a disease of some sort?

myimaginaryblog said...

I have a whole box full of my teenage journals. I don't really want to burn them, but I sure do avoid looking at them.

angela michelle said...

I'm with myimginaryblog. There's a whole box of teenage journals in my closet, and it hasn't been opened in several years. Scary. Veerry scary. I do occasionally sneak in and read my teenaged son's journal. It's primarily about how annoying his siblings are. :)

The Yoder's Three said...

Hahahahahaha! I was thinking along those same lines. Hey--some people have been able to turn their teenage angst into songs and make millions. Maybe you should look into that. Start selling your choice journal entries to Nashville. They love stuff like that.

P.S. NO COMPUTER FOR A WEEK?? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Kate said...
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Kate said...

Jen, the only thing that can console you is reading this story from my blog.

Hey It's Di said...

Is real life like the past month when I have been working too much to get on the internet?? OH PLEASE say it's not!! I don't like that stuff!