The other day I sat at my messy desk and underneath a pile of clutter lay a crusty old notebook open to this page:
That's my handwriting and that's just the kind of creepy alien-person I would draw, (because I can't draw) but I have no memory of this. What does this mean? Someone please explain.
Sorry, Jen. If we told you, we'd have to kill you.
Yeah, I think I've read this post about 5 times and I still don't know what to say about it. I guess I thought I knew you...
I don't either. Let's just say what my blog already says, that I live on the edge of reality, and leave it at that.
haha! That is pretty freaky.
Evidence is mounting for me "Jen is losing it" diagnosis. I'll keep you posted as to my conclusion.
Yes, let me know.
It seems to me that you had some weird out of body experience where you felt the need to distance your inner you from the rest of yourself, and you don't remember it because... wow, I just confused myself. Never mind.
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