<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:47:29.886-08:00</updated><category term='Parties'/><category term='ARC'/><category term='No Doubt'/><category term='Stone Temple Pilots'/><category term='Jean Claude Van Dam'/><category term='Kurt Cobain'/><category term='Bolo'/><category term='weed'/><category term='REM'/><category term='Kittens'/><category term='PUSA'/><category term='Swiss Miss'/><category term='Lazer Rage'/><category term='The Ramones'/><category term='Paramount Cafe'/><category term='Denny&apos;s'/><category term='Fabio'/><category term='Bad Religion'/><category term='Las Vegas'/><category term='Shakespeare&apos;s Sisters'/><category term='Reel Big Fish'/><category term='Lars Frederikson'/><category term='Goth skaters'/><category term='The Offspring'/><category term='Voo Doo Glowskulls'/><category term='Girls Kick Ass'/><category term='L7'/><category term='Mighty Mighty Bosstones'/><category term='Korn'/><category term='Marky Mark'/><category term='Homecoming'/><category term='Rancid'/><category term='Belly'/><category term='Madness'/><category term='New Order'/><category term='Sonic Youth'/><category term='The Weathergirls'/><category term='Lollapalooza'/><category term='Smashing Pumpkins'/><category term='Trainspotting'/><category term='Soundgarden'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Grand Canyon'/><category term='Drugs'/><category term='Pussy'/><category term='Filter'/><category term='Wesley Willis'/><category term='Gravity Kills'/><category term='Tupac'/><category term='Self'/><category term='Bikini Kill'/><category term='Superdrag'/><category term='Jane&apos;s Addiction'/><title type='text'>They found pieces of Jennifer's Body</title><subtitle type='html'>My own So-Called Life in Denver, CO. Diary entries from the mid-90s, littered with Smashing Pumpkins and Hole lyrics, awkward situations with boys, best friend quarrels, and general teenage nonsense.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-1520669619523156401</id><published>2009-07-05T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:12:30.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Dollhouse.</title><content type='html'>My name is &lt;a href="http://www.breedavies.com/"&gt;Bree Davies&lt;/a&gt;, and I am a &lt;a href="http://www.casiotoneforthepainfullyscene.blogspot.com/"&gt;writer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/therealhottropics"&gt;musician&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.sarahcass.com/"&gt;agent&lt;/a&gt;. I discovered my diaries from my Sophomore and Junior years in high school (1996-1997) and decided to publish them. I also found a suitcase full of letters, notes, and postcards from my childhood that I thought were too funny and ridiculous not to share with the world. Below is a list of "characters" who will appear throughout the letters and notes (the notes are in no particular order). If you were in my life during this time, don't worry about your identity being revealed. I changed everyone's name, as this is all for fun! I hope you enjoy the workings of my outrageously dramatic teenage mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some notes on the journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All posts below this are from the actual journal entries. This post is just to use as a guide for the posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All entries are word-for-word. Smaller entries are put in posts together. Dates are posted when available...most of the notes from my friends that I transcribe have no dates, so I will try to guess when they were written!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Any words in bold are things I found funny or extra dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Any words in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; are my present-day notes on my own thoughts, or to clarify  things I talked about in a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Any words in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are song quotes written all over my journal, around the pages and such...usually from Smashing Pumpkins or Hole songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All notes, postcards, letters, etc. are in &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Verdana font&lt;/span&gt;...most letters were courtesy of my friend Taff (description below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CAST:::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Girls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bree&lt;/span&gt;: Me! A music-obsessed teenager who dressed like Courtney Love...everyday for school. Before high school, I went to Catholic school for 9 years. I also wasn't sexually active until college, so my look and attitude were very contradictory of my real self...in short, I was a mini-Courtney Love tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;: My best friend since birth. We did everything together, including start our first band, SOUR PUSS, together. She played drums and I played bass. She lived in a town about 30 minutes outside of Denver where I lived, but visited me often for sleep-overs, shows, and trips to Colorado Springs (about an hour from Denver in the opposite direction of her hometown of Brighton) where her cool older cousins lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alyson&lt;/span&gt;: May's older, cool girl cousin and Asher's sister. She was the one we looked up to. She took May and I to concerts and let us hang out with her group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magdalena (Maggie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; My best friend I met in high school. Part of a larger group of girls that would one day, for no reason, ditch the both of us. Eventually the group would become me, May, and Magdalena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Veronica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; My first friend I made in high school. General conduit for my bad behavior. Atypical trouble-maker friend who introduced me to pot, acid, raves, and compromising situations with boys. For most of the journals her and I are no longer speaking, but she will author some of the notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taff&lt;/span&gt;: Cool transfer student I met in photo class. Claimed her dad was Johnny Thunders,  and that she knew Lars and Lint from Rancid. Claimed to know a lot of things...and probably a compulsive liar. In my first band, SOUR PUSS, with May and I. Never actually played guitar, but had a pretty cool black Strat. Taff is also the source of most of the notes I will post...she was prolific, writing me several times a day when we were friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lynn, Theresa, Gina&lt;/span&gt;: Members of Magdalena and I's first friend group in high school...they eventually defected, leaving Maggie and I to find new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiana:&lt;/span&gt; Random trashy girl from the Smoker's Corner that hung out with our group sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter-Eater Krew:&lt;/span&gt; A girl at our school and her nerd friends who were super preppy freshman year...then got "alternative" looking and acquired cool (read:bad) music taste out of no where. Her and her gaggle of nerds were our enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teddy: &lt;/span&gt;Promiscuous 20-something girl/lady Veronica and I mutually babysat for who had three boys. She allowed us to drink and smoke on the job (we were 15 and 16), underpaid us, and would bring home random dudes from the bar (and sometimes she would bring home chicks too) and allow these strangers to drive us home, since neither of us could drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asher&lt;/span&gt;: May's boy cousin, the first boy I ever remember having a real crush on. We never dated, but I pined for him for years. He was a year or two older than me, and a musician and very poetic (to me) type of person. Simply put, he was my Jordan Catalano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dean:&lt;/span&gt; Some random dude Taff was in love with. Did not go to our school...and didn't                 exist as far as MAy and I were concerned. We never met him, saw him, or saw him call                 Taff. Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonas:&lt;/span&gt; Older burn-out I met hanging out at a lame-o sports bar type joint downtown, called The Paramount Cafe. He was 20, and a cook, and a small-time weed dealer, I found out later...when he REMOVED A SECRET WALL in his basement and revealed a secret room with a hydroponic dream weed garden. The best part about Jonas was his bleached hair, and bleached eyebrows, and BLEACHED EYELASHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex:&lt;/span&gt; Goth-Skater boyfriend. Hung out with the smokers, that's how we met. We didn't date very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark:&lt;/span&gt; Super cool bff of Alex. Cute and nice, a crush of many girls I knew...later turned out to be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glarung:&lt;/span&gt; Random Goth dude we met somewhere like a show, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travis C.:&lt;/span&gt; A part of a group of boys May, Magdelena and I met at a Red Aunts show in 1996. Chill dude who loved AM radio (it's all his car had), sleeping in the parking lot instead of going to school, Crass, and eventually would fall in love with May (they are getting married this September.)  The boys  in his group who were the dude-component of our group were Travis C., Travis M., Johnny R. ( I also had a boyfriend, Johnny J. who lived with another Johnny, Johnny K.), and Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travis M.: &lt;/span&gt;(See Travis C.'s description) Tall, goofy friend of ours, total clown, always making us laugh. Evolved from punk, to raver, to professional DJ and now a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny R.:&lt;/span&gt;(See Travis C.'s description) My best dude friend out of the group. Sweet, mild guy, also a total clown who was into robots and also went from punk to raver. Still a close friend of mine. (Dated May very briefly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesse:&lt;/span&gt; (See Travis C.'s description) Dated Magdelena briefly. Quieter one of the boy group. Still a punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-1520669619523156401?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/1520669619523156401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=1520669619523156401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/1520669619523156401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/1520669619523156401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-to-dollhouse.html' title='Welcome to the Dollhouse.'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-7844478312218849584</id><published>2008-07-23T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:21:51.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick it up, pick it up!- A letter from May.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Date: Junior Year 1996-1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bree:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What up homefry? Just kickin' it like Karate. I'm watching Disney, actually. So, How many rudies does it take to change a light bulb?...Two. One to drop it, the other to pick it up, pick it up! Oh yeah, baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XOna2OCJ9g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XOna2OCJ9g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I really don't want to go to school tomorrow. I hate school! Why can't it just be summer? I can't stop thinking about Travis M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Now, as adults, May is engaged to one of Travis M.'s best friends, Travis C.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!! He's so cute. I think we should have a double wedding...You know smoke two joints at a wedding. Ha ha. No, I mean Me and Travis M. (yay!), You and Steve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(I have no clue who Steve was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, and Magdelena and Jesse! Then during the reception, we could all beat up a Johnny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(There were three Johnnys in our lives at this point.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Fun, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate Growing Pains. Stupid Seavers! So, do you like? Like my stationary, that is...?  I thought so. I ws going to write to Alyson, but then I thought, nah fuck it. I'd rather right to Bree. Rawk on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love boys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-7844478312218849584?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/7844478312218849584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=7844478312218849584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/7844478312218849584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/7844478312218849584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/pick-it-pick-it-up-letter-from-may.html' title='Pick it up, pick it up!- A letter from May.'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-3547776942872832476</id><published>2008-07-23T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:45:07.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikini Kill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean Claude Van Dam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wesley Willis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tupac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rancid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lars Frederikson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Doubt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marky Mark'/><title type='text'>You are the Queen of my world- Letters from TAFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BXKpSexfN4/SIdqvRsYfyI/AAAAAAAAACM/OjDx5t-VBzQ/s1600-h/sq-lars-0312-kroq-intv-mtv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BXKpSexfN4/SIdqvRsYfyI/AAAAAAAAACM/OjDx5t-VBzQ/s320/sq-lars-0312-kroq-intv-mtv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226263253022703394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Date: Sophomore Year 1995-1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW, I WILL FIND COOLNESS...and hopefully Dean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Breeeee-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HELLO-HELLO-HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's my plan: I want to go to the rave, so I can kick Dean's ass, then (if he's on X) take advantage of him, then KICK HIS ASS AGAIN....get what I want, then kick his ass. AHHH REVENGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since there's gonna be free piercing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(at the rave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, I'm taking my old nose ring, so I can get my nose re-pierced. We have a lot of shit talking to do about "The Freak Krew." I have a great idea. I'll tell you later! Everything makes me sick! I can' t wait to get the fuck out of here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK WANNA-BE RUDIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZ2AcNSqT0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZ2AcNSqT0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I had to get that out. My best friend Angie will be here June 14-23!! So Im happy. My shoulder! Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Stay rebel-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TAFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;featured lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Rebel Girl, rebel girl, rebel girl you are the queen of the world!"&lt;br /&gt;-Bikini Kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Sophomore Year 1995-1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SOUND THE ALERT! NOBODY BUT BURT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Denver car dealership commercial tag line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I HEART GEEKS! I HATE 311!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi, I love babies, bunnies, and RANCID!! Well, I actually did see them on TV last night (in Ruby Soho) &amp;amp; yr right, Lars does have a little bit of a chub. Oh well. Who doesn't? Nobody's perfect. I think I might re-dye my hair tonight. My hands are all gross from ceramics. YUCK-O!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, the Peter-Eater Krew have to put people down and talk shit, just to make themselves look better. That there proves they're phoneys! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(what did that make us?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my Spin Reader's Poll last night, and I voted Sourpuss most underrated band (w/ L7 &amp;amp; Rancid), our demo for best album of the year and best new band. I put Wesley Willis for best artist and No Doubt for worst single, worst video, worst album, biggest loser (along with Tupac) ha ha ha. And for sex god, I put Lars Frederikson, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ARE THERE ANY GIRLS IN THE AUDIENCE??"&lt;/span&gt; Ugh. Make me barf. (reference to something Gwen Stefani said often on stage before playing "Just a Girl.") I HATE NO DOUBT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO! We missed annoucements!! But your cousin didn't! She's doing her homework ON HER CLIPBOARD. And I'm writing you. Bad, bad, bad grrrl. Yeah, I'm making this picture collage for May  w/ pics of STUDS (like Van Dam &amp;amp; Marky Mark on it) with the word MEAT in the middle. I think she needs to decorate her drums! New time we jam we should do it around New Years Eve or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc15/dodonnell626/marky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-3547776942872832476?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/3547776942872832476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=3547776942872832476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/3547776942872832476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/3547776942872832476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-queen-of-my-world-letters-from.html' title='You are the Queen of my world- Letters from TAFF'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2BXKpSexfN4/SIdqvRsYfyI/AAAAAAAAACM/OjDx5t-VBzQ/s72-c/sq-lars-0312-kroq-intv-mtv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-6867224247465907643</id><published>2008-07-18T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:10:23.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kittens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand Canyon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superdrag'/><title type='text'>Destination Ursa Major.</title><content type='html'>Date: October 2, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah. Today has been a really BLAH day. I still feel sick. After school, I have to go to work &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(I was a gymnastics instructor)&lt;/span&gt; after school, babysit, and then do my homework. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Taff just kind of picked up and left on Monday. She said she was going to the Grand Canyon and she would be back next week. She said she's going to get the guy that's driving her to the Grand Canyon to try to take her all the way to Cali and never come back. I kind of believe it...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(funny, because she probably didn't even leave the state. Total compulsive liar.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(signed with  star)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;featured lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"What's up with what's goin' down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;In every city, and every town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Crampin' styles is the plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They got us in the palm of every hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When we pretend that we're dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-L7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;October 7, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to parties on the weekend is a part of teenage life. Who doesn't go to parties? I don't go to many, perhaps because I don't know "where it's at."&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Read: I am a SQUARE.)&lt;/span&gt; My boyfriend (Jonas, the old guy) has lots of parties, but they don't start until my curfew, and I would have no where to go after. Therefore, I'll probably never go to any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I went to Jonas' house this weekend, and he got a kitten! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Which, if I remember correctly, I watched him kick down the stairs once.)&lt;/span&gt; He named it Desire &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(how gay)&lt;/span&gt;.  Ha ha. He was so proud of himself. I think I'm really strting to like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-(signed with a star)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;featured lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Stern South West Mississippi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm going to reach my destination alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sensitive to life.&lt;br /&gt;I may never get it right."&lt;br /&gt;-Superdrag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-6867224247465907643?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/6867224247465907643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=6867224247465907643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/6867224247465907643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/6867224247465907643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/destination-ursa-major.html' title='Destination Ursa Major.'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-8679934834859238787</id><published>2008-07-14T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:03:01.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare&apos;s Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homecoming'/><title type='text'>Hello? Hello. Turn your radio on.</title><content type='html'>Date: September 23, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming is coming up, and frankly it doesn't mean much to me. I've never gone to a high school dance, because I've never been asked or liked someone enough to ask anyone. Instead, my friends and I are having an "anti-homecoming party." The problem is, we have no where to have the party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we went to that party of Daniel's and it wasn't particularly exciting. On Friday we went to the Paramount Cafe to see my boyfriend &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Jonas.)&lt;/span&gt; I was really happy to see him because I hadn't seen him in 2 weeks! i think he was happy to see me too...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Breeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;featured lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I don't know, why you're mean to me. When I call, on the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know, what you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna turn you on, turn you up, figure you out,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna, take you on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-REM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: September 24, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and it was snowing and I had AN OUTFIT CRISIS! I have absolutely NO WINTER APPAREL. But, I woke up super early for some reason though, so I had plenty of time to re-plan my outfit. (All of my outfits in high school were pre-planned the night before...I had an insane clothing collection, a mix of vintage and contemporary clothes.) I fell asleep at 9:30 last night. I don't know why I'm so tired. I talked to my boyfriend last night and that made me kind of happy, but he was sort of mean to me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He never has anything to talk about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Probably because he's a 20-year-old drug dealer, and you are a Sophomore in high school, Bree.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(signed with a star)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;featured lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Woke up this morning and the streets were full of cars. All bright and shiny like they just arrive from mars."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- Shakespeare's Sister (Man, how uncool is that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-8679934834859238787?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/8679934834859238787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=8679934834859238787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/8679934834859238787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/8679934834859238787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-hello-turn-your-radio-on.html' title='Hello? Hello. Turn your radio on.'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-8904257756069071185</id><published>2008-07-13T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:02:32.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rancid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Weathergirls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lollapalooza'/><title type='text'>I'm in your front yard, under suspicion-- A letter from Taff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Date: Sophomore Year 1995-1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Breepuss--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yo! It's about that time!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today in the rumer mill is that Tiana isn't here today because she went to Leo's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(random kid from the smoker's corner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; cuz she's making him breakfast. Aww. How sweet. Anyway, I can't wait to hear that good 'ol rock n' roll of the 80s! Madness rule! I have to make a mix tape and put "It's Raining Men" especially for Christopher's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(smoker's corner regular and closet case friend of ours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, was hanging out at Applebee's fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(I can only imagine.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I felt really shitty Saturday. We should go to to the ARC &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;(thrift store)&lt;/span&gt; I really, really want those shoes Xtremely very band, (the silver ones!!), but if I buy them, I will have no money. And I have to save money for that big summer corporate whore--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOLLAPALOOZA&lt;/span&gt;-- Life is hard, man. I won't get on the topic of Dean the Love Machine. How much are tickets to LOLLA anyway? $35-$40?I need to know. GOD I still have like 20 minutes of study hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I'm losing my mind. I had this crazy dream that I was watching MTV and Rancid were doing some show. I smoked a pack of Harley Ciggies in like 20 minutes! Then Dean called and started singling "ONE STEP BEYOND!" Pretty odd, huh? I tihnk I should make a sign to hold up at Lolla that I can hold up during Rancid's set that says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANCID!! GIMME YER SALVATION!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the back I'll write,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HEART LARS AND LINT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think that's funny. I can make it all glittery and stuff w/ pink  pretty colors. I'm losing my sense. I should go-go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Luv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TaffPuss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(drawing of a kitty face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-8904257756069071185?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/8904257756069071185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=8904257756069071185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/8904257756069071185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/8904257756069071185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-in-your-front-yard-under-suspicion.html' title='I&apos;m in your front yard, under suspicion-- A letter from Taff.'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-8968821239848518383</id><published>2008-07-10T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:03:15.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane&apos;s Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazer Rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denny&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smashing Pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soundgarden'/><title type='text'>Is she really going out with him? A letter exchange between Veronica and I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Date: Sophomore Year 1995-1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Veronicaaaaaaaaa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay. I went to have a cigarette before first period, and it was Tiana  and Alex and I and she was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"So are you guys going out?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And I was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"No"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and Tiana was like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Well, you like her, and she likes you (to Alex)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and she asked us if we wanted to go out and we both said yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Who was this girl? Chuck Woolery?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BUT it like, wasn't real. I don't know. Tiana wanted to go to LAZER RAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tonight, but I don't know if I want  her to go with us. May is begging me to ask Mark to the Presidents of the USA show, but I don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dad is calling the school because he doesn't think we should have to do community service if we haven't been convicted yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Do you think my outfit looks okay today? I don't know. You look so cute!! So, is Alex really going to ask me out, or should I do it? I don't know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Write back!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE BREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bree---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alex mentioned something about "Tiana's going out ceremony" and I was so confused. I would like to go tonight, but I don't think I have enough $ for LAZER RAGE. Plus, we don't have any drugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(A ha. A ha ha ha.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tell May that if she's nice, we'll ask Mark to Presidents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(What a bitchy thing to say.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I think Mark was just scared of her because she kept beating on him when we hung out. Tell May to ask him tonight when we go to Denny's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speaking of, we have to bust ass RIGHT after 8th period, or, we could just ditch and go after 7th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Denny's routinely called the school when we ditched, and I was suspended once for it.)&lt;/span&gt; About our community service, we should just go down at 10:30 and ask about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alex said he was going to ask you out, but if he doesn't at Denny's, ask him. I love you! your outfit looks good! Let's go to Denny's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Man, Denny's was really happening!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ASAP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;xo Veronica (EXCTACY-XTAC- PWC&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;*LAZER RAGE- A laser show at the Planetarium, at what was then called The Natural History Museum. LAZER RAGE played trippy visuals to songs by Smashing Pumpkins, Jane's Addiction, Soundgarden, and other sweet 90s bands. Frequently played other laser shows like "Lollapalazer," "Lazer Floyd" and "Metallicazer." We used to hang out behind the museum and smoke cigarettes, and sometimes actually go to the laser shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;**Veronica and I were ticketed for LOITERING outside of a deli by our school...on our lunch hour, AFTER we had purchased food from said deli. I was let off because the school Super Intendant stepped in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;**PWC- Posers With Cray-Pas...our fake tagging crew. Created as a way to write over the lame graffiti crew at our school, who's crew name I can't remember anymore. Veronica wrote XTAC, and I wrote HARLOT. So lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-8968821239848518383?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/8968821239848518383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=8968821239848518383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/8968821239848518383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/8968821239848518383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-she-really-going-out-with-him.html' title='Is she really going out with him? A letter exchange between Veronica and I.'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-5452473382597741652</id><published>2008-07-09T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:00:03.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rancid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swiss Miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ramones'/><title type='text'>LIFE IS SO UNFARE- A letter from TAFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Date: Sophomore year 1995-1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good News! (Well, 4 me) BAD RELIGION are starting a U.S.- Tour (March 31st in Las Vegas) so, hopefully they will cum 2 Denver!! Bad Religion rule! We are testing now, and we're on the math part-- sinse I suck at math and I don't have a math class at the moment- I DON'T KNOW ANY OF THIS BULLSHIT!! So, I might as well write a note!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Times are sucking-- My Swiss Miss braids are falling out, and I have no mirror! OMIGOD! WHY DOES LIFE HAVE TO BE SO UNFARE!?!?!? I wuz listening to Let's Go! (Rancid) last night and I forgot all the joy, bliss, blah, blah, blah in Nihilism!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dispite everything that sux--- I was rocking out last nite. Fuck homework. Fuck School. WHEN I GOT THE MUSIC, I GOT A PLACE TO GO! &lt;---- What it is!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TAFF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Anarchy sign)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;featured lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Hey! Ho! Let's Go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-The Ramones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-5452473382597741652?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/5452473382597741652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=5452473382597741652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/5452473382597741652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/5452473382597741652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-so-unfare-letter-from-taff.html' title='LIFE IS SO UNFARE- A letter from TAFF'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-501311826783944183</id><published>2008-07-09T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:38:17.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramount Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smashing Pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stone Temple Pilots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><title type='text'>Stone Temple Pilots? You have to be kidding me.</title><content type='html'>Date: September 18, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much has happened today. I'm kind of bummed because I don't have a date for Homecoming. I've never wanted to go to a school dance, but I don't know. I kind of want to. I want to ask this guy (who happens to be my best friends cousin. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Read: Asher&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(and hello, don't I supposedly have a boyfriend at this time?)&lt;/span&gt; but he doesn't even go to this school. Hell, he doesn't even live in this city! I've had a crush on him for 2 YEARS. He's intelligent, incredibly funny, he treats me like a person, he's in a GREAT band, and he's absolutely beautiful. Plus, he's more close to my age (he's 17), unlike the guy I'm with at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he would NEVER go with me to homecoming, soooo it's hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; -&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(signed with a star)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;featured Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"There are something's I'll live without. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But I want you to know, that I need you right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I need you tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: September 19, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA LA LA I'm in a good mood. It's been a good day and I'm kind of excited because after school, Gina and I are going down to the Paramount Cafe. The older guy &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Jonas)&lt;/span&gt; I'm seeing works down there. But..I don't even know if he's working, but I hope so. I can't talk to him because he doesn't have a phone. Arg! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(uh, hello, 16-year-old Bree. He's 20 and doesn't have a phone. He's a total fucking loser, obviously.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to go to this party on Saturday. the guy who's having it (Daniel)&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(I have no clue who this guy is)&lt;/span&gt;  is pretty cool. But, he's like, really nice to me sometimes, and sometimes he's really mean. And he puts me on the spot by saying I'm a babe and all of this stuff &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(I'm a regular ego-manic, apparently.)&lt;/span&gt; He kind of makes me uncomfortable. Sooo, I don't know if I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Signed with a Star)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;featured lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I know you want what's on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I know it eats you up inside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Stone Temple Pilots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(I quoted STP? I'm so embarassed for myself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-501311826783944183?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/501311826783944183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=501311826783944183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/501311826783944183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/501311826783944183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/stone-temple-pilots-you-have-to-be.html' title='Stone Temple Pilots? You have to be kidding me.'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-1635369185553378739</id><published>2008-07-07T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:06:32.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonic Youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pussy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurt Cobain'/><title type='text'>PUSSY FIEND--A letter from Taff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Date: Sophomore Year 1995-96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bree- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Band idea-Pussy Fiend: Songs about pussy, sucking pussy, fucking pussy, being a pussy, and having a pussy (the joy of). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(I have no idea what she was talking about.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dean knows I exist! Hooray, he doesn't hate me! He wants to talk to me! Yippee-yahoo!! KORN BOY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(probably some poor dude we deemed uncool)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; was staring at us when we were yelling. Hmm...I wonder what was on his mind ("gee golly, what are those grrls doing?") I'm so happy about THE LOVE MACHINE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Dean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Hopefully he will call me. That would totally rule if he wuz obsessed w/me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(really? Cool if he was obsessed?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, but he isn't, so forget that. I'm acting like a horny housewife over Fabio or something.--Dream sequence--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Oh, Dean! Take me to a far away place!--Brushing his manhood (if he has any) against me-- I love you! Take me now, Dean!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry, romance novel moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dean Dean! The Love Machine! Dean Dean! The Freakin' Machine!! Dean Dean! the Fuck Machine!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;owerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nderestimated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;inful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;assy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What does pussy crumbs, camel lips, KY Jelly, Yer Hand, A broken condom, Robo cok, and chewing on foil have in common?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good question, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(uh...what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Will Dean be my God Of Fuck ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(a Marylin Manson reference, maybe?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I CAN'T WAIT FOR FRIDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C-YA- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TAFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Sophomore Year 1995-96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUR PUSS RIOT GRRRLS RULE!!!! I LIKE GIRLS!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(at title of one of our band's songs)&lt;/span&gt; PUSSY!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(no wonder the entire school thought we were lesbians...by all accounts, it looked and sounded like we were.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; PUSSY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean is going to get his wimpy, short, Kurt Cobain look-a-like ass kicked into OBLIVION!!! He better call, dammit!! Can I borrow yer 80's tape and record it sometimes?? Did you notice in that Sonic Youth video- they had those dolls we used in our still life??? Hmm...I haven't talked to Glarung&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; in a long time. I feel so regected!! HA-HA. WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO-GO!!!!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(Wham!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TAFFFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*Glarung- Random goth dude we met somewhere, maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-1635369185553378739?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/1635369185553378739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=1635369185553378739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/1635369185553378739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/1635369185553378739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/pussy-fiend.html' title='PUSSY FIEND--A letter from Taff.'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-1963834777265651508</id><published>2008-07-07T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:03:04.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smashing Pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trainspotting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superdrag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Order'/><title type='text'>Heroin girl.</title><content type='html'>Date: September 16, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Some people. I'm quite angry at this moment. Veronica is getting on my nerves. She has the nerve to talk about me to some young children that we babysit mutually. Now, I know that we hate each other, but I don't trash her in front of young children!! Other than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I dyed my friend Merrill's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(a friend from my high school newspaper staff)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hair  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(awful pink "highlights" in her gorgeous wavy brown hair)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and it LOOKS SO GOOD! I love doing it. It makes me feel good when people ask me to do that kind of stuff for them &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(gee, I was such a good Samaritan.) &lt;/span&gt;Then we went and saw Trainspotting at the Esquire. We had both already seen it, but I wanted to see it again. It is an excellent movie and two of the main characters are EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE (Sick Boy and Renton). Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of seeing this guy. His name is Jonas and he's quite older than me &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(he was 20 and I was 16.)&lt;/span&gt; I hadn't talked to him in 2 weeks, and I saw him on Friday at the Paramount and he said he would call me on Sunday. Well, I waited, and he never called. I know I shouldn't wait around, but I haven't been with someone in a long time. I know he's bad for me. He's quite old &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(really? 20 is quite old?)&lt;/span&gt;, he's really into drugs, and doesn't seem extremely intelligent. I guess I miss having someone care about me (other than my friends.) I haven't had a boyfriend for ten months, but I don't exist on guys, and I never have. I hate girls that become helpless and depend on guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I guess I'm just being needy. But I think I really like this guy. I'm afraid I just might want to change him. I got out of doing drugs a long time ago. I still smoke cigarettes, but I stopped doing other stuff.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(meaning: I never did real drugs. I was a little dramatic about  supposed "drug use," in that it was virtually non-existent. I guess I worried about looking cool to my journal.) &lt;/span&gt; I was looking for a guy who was clean (like me)&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;(I act like I had just come off heroin or something...when in reality, I had never even seen hard drugs in my life)&lt;/span&gt;, intelligent, funny, and good looking (hopefully.) I really really like someone like that, but we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just friends.&lt;/span&gt; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(signed with a star)&lt;/span&gt; Bree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;featured lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"What if you don't fly?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Superdrag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh you've got green eyes, oh you've got blue eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;oh you've got gray eyes.  And I've never met anyone, quite like you before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-New Order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"She comes to me, like an angel out of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;As I play the part, of a Saint on my knees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-1963834777265651508?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/1963834777265651508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=1963834777265651508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/1963834777265651508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/1963834777265651508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/heroin-girl.html' title='Heroin girl.'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-8544145662263000965</id><published>2008-07-06T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:02:10.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denny&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goth skaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belly'/><title type='text'>Feed the tree- A letter from Veronica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Date: Freshman year 1994-95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Breezee-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey home girl! I'm chillin' in study hall. This sucks. I don't have anyone to talk to. Nate &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;my straight high school dude bff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; isn't here today. I'm going to drag Bill (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;one of Veronica's many boyfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) to Denny's today. I bet he just can't wait! Yipee!! I think I'm ready for my Espanol Examen next period. Her tests are usually pretty easy. Except spelling counts on the test we're taking today. Oh well. I just took an Algebra 4 test. I think I did pretty well. Jake Bass &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A dude who tried to hang out with the kids on the smoker's corner by buying us cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; is in that class with me so he talks to me all of the time. SHA, like I'm his friend. He needs a seminar too...on how NOT to buy your friends and how not to be a dork! Today Tiana asked me if I was pregnant. I can always count on her to be blunt. Then I came up to Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in the hall to get my $$ and he was standing with Mark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and Keely &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ex-bff of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Keely didn't walk away, in fact, she asked me what I was selling (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;weed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) and how much. I told her politely, and that's all we said. In your opinion, do we act like we have big egos? I don't think we do. Oh well. Who cares! NOT LIKE I CARE WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THINK. Anyways, I DO NOT want to baby-sit tonight for Teddy&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;. I told Janet &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Veronica's cool 20-something aunt who was my friend too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and she said I shouldn't let her over-power me. Yeah, easy to say. Well, this period's almost over. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;signed with a heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Veronica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- write back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;featured lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Now, I've lost the plot, I'm not the hero I could be, I'm not the dog I was. Kind of common cry, kind of common living lie. You know the shape my breath will take before I let it out. Stand like you did when I was beauty-marked in your eyes, now they'll sleep alright."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;*a promiscuous 20-something girl/lady we mutually babysat for who had 3 boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;She allowed us to drink, under-paid us, and would bring home random dudes from the bar (sometimes chicks too) and allow these strangers to drive us home, since Veronica and I weren't old enough to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-8544145662263000965?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/8544145662263000965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=8544145662263000965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/8544145662263000965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/8544145662263000965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/feed-tree-letter-from-veronica.html' title='Feed the tree- A letter from Veronica.'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-3891409150232468184</id><published>2008-07-06T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:40:28.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smashing Pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Sweet 16, 1996 Style.</title><content type='html'>Date: September 9, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday and I'm ecstatic! Nothing exciting but I feel good. I'm wearing a cute outfit and my hair lookd okay! Blah blah blah. I got a lot of cool stuff for my birthday and I had a good time. Everyone came over on Friday and we ate a lot of food and I opened my presents. Then we decided to go up to Colorado Springs on impulse and it like 8:30 at night! (Part of the reason we wanted to go up there was because my best friend May and I have crushes on two guys that live up there...I have a crush on May's cousin Asher.) We ended up at some college party and there were lots of hippies there and a keg, so we left. Then May, Magdalena, Lynn, Gina, Taff, and  Theresa spent the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(signed with a star)&lt;/span&gt; Bree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;featured lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Wrap me up in always. Drag me in with maybes."&lt;br /&gt;-Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-3891409150232468184?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/3891409150232468184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=3891409150232468184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/3891409150232468184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/3891409150232468184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-16-1996-style.html' title='Sweet 16, 1996 Style.'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-3052221363868951777</id><published>2008-07-05T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:55:10.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voo Doo Glowskulls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tupac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mighty Mighty Bosstones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gravity Kills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Offspring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Kick Ass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reel Big Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurt Cobain'/><title type='text'>I know everything sux, woahhh- A letter from Taff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Date: Sophomore Year 1995-96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bree-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Imagine all exclamation points and i's dotted with X's...so punk rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; I'm back in the ghetto &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;our high school, George Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Blarg! I heard what happened 2 the Kurt Cobain picture!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Grrrrr!!!!! Monday after school when I was in the parking lot I saw that dude (hangs out w/ the Peter-Eater Krew&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;-- tall, skinny, purple and pink hair and wears Filter, Gavin Rossdale, Gravity Kills t-shirts...) I saw him in his car- which has a Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Sublime, and a "Girls Kick Ass"  stickers on it, his car is like a 95 Suburbia &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Subaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;- MAJOR "Hello, I live in Aurora" station wagon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how someone who wears a Gavin Rossdale shirt, dyes his pink &amp;amp; purple, &amp;amp; is all a "Rude Boy" when Sublime and Mighty Might Bosstones aren't even REAL SKA BANDS. I just get a kick out of these kids who think their cutting edge, when in reality they don't know shit! and, Andy? Last year it was Goo Goo dolls...this year it's VOODOO GLOWSKULLS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. YEAH RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's on 4 tonite??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone makes me sick. I can't help it. When I'm bored as hell, I talk shit, and I make fun of people Well, I guess I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my. Veronica is looking way BOLO&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; today! Braids in her hair? Uh, hello, Dexter from Offspring? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;YEAAAAHHHHHH, WOAHHHHHHHHH, i GOT NO SELF ESTEEM!!! &lt;/span&gt;(Offspring Lyrics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XO TAFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;featured lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I know Everything sux, yeah. I know everything sux, whoa-&lt;br /&gt;but this will be the last time you year me complain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Reel Big Fish &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;...we were so "rude"  we listened to Reel Big Fish??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This is a a reference to  an incident involving a Kurt Cobain picture I had hanging in my locker on which I had written "Sit and Spin, Tupac" in a word bubble coming out of Kurt's mouth. One day some G came up to me, slammed me into my locker, and ripped the picture down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;*** Bolo- Our term for anything wack. Style-less losers, lame ghetto girls, bad clothes, stupid music, etc. Taken from the absurdity of the Bolo Tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-3052221363868951777?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/3052221363868951777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=3052221363868951777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/3052221363868951777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/3052221363868951777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-everything-sux-woahhh-letter.html' title='I know everything sux, woahhh- A letter from Taff.'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231025231221128928.post-5503715922673968788</id><published>2008-07-05T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:44:17.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smashing Pumpkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>I cried when I saw the Smashing Pumpkins?</title><content type='html'>Date: September 4, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much to write. Ummm, my birthday is coming up and I'm so excited. I'll be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;, but that doesn't really change much of anything. I'm sort of down though because after seeing my favorite band (The Smashing Pumpkins) play, I felt empty.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I cried&lt;/span&gt;. It was hard, because I knew it was the last time I would see them as a band (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;What was I, psychic?&lt;/span&gt;). But I knew that it was one of the best nights of my life because I was there with people that meant something to me; the music I loved. I was there with my best friend (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;My bff, May.&lt;/span&gt;) We sang together, and when I cried when it was over, she was there to give me  hug. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This experience reaffirmed my destiny&lt;/span&gt;. I was meant for music. I don't know if I'll write about it or play it. It's just what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Signed with a  drawing of a Star&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 6, 1996&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say. I'm having a party for my birthday and we are having lots of food and presents and all of the festivities. Then, I don't know what I'll do! Excitement! Woo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Signed with a star&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"What you want is what you get, and that's nothing."&lt;br /&gt;-Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231025231221128928-5503715922673968788?l=theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/feeds/5503715922673968788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231025231221128928&amp;postID=5503715922673968788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/5503715922673968788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231025231221128928/posts/default/5503715922673968788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyfoundpiecesofjennifersbody.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cried-when-i-saw-smashing-pumpkins.html' title='I cried when I saw the Smashing Pumpkins?'/><author><name>Bree Davies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06356966066521842382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjz1Sc_LbBQ/TXpnS6qK0bI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZAVdoGw6Z0E/s220/BreeWeezyMary.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
