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      <title>Elite Skills Writing Club: Jeniffer</title>
      <link>http://www.eliteskills.com/u/Jeniffer</link>
      <description>The writings and poetry of Jeniffer.</description>
      <language>en-us</language>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 04:31:35 -0600</pubDate>
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 		<title>Everybody Poops</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/136037</link>
         	<description>Guess when I came up with this one?



While sitting on the toilet! Hooha!</description>
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 		<title>Very Nice Boobs</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/151611</link>
         	<description>Think of this as a feminist commentary on the sexism that is endured by today&#039;s modern successful working woman.</description>
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 		<title>Ghostery Store</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/172998</link>
         	<description>This is a poem I wrote some time ago that I am reposting, for old time&#039;s sake....</description>
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 		<title>My Favorite things to do</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/132264</link>
         	<description>Really...I&#039;m not a lazy jerk..this poem has nothing to do with real life....really. * eyes dart around nervously*</description>
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 		<title>Kool-Aid</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/143994</link>
         	<description>This is based on a true story.



Sad, but true.



My sister and I discovered early the allure - and the danger - of hard core dry Kool-Aid mix.

There was one day that my tongue was so sore that I couldn&#039;t even eat my hot dog.



Let this story be a lesson...or a warning....</description>
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 		<title>Same old</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/139857</link>
         	<description>I&#039;ve been unable to write much of anything except for funny, sarcastic stuff. Must be because I write from life too much....trying to do anything else has been disastrous.



I think the rhythm of the last stanza is a bit different from the rest of the poem, but forget I said that, just judge it for yourself and let me know what you think (make me believe this someone still cares!).</description>
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 		<title>Song</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/87663</link>
         	<description>No, i&#039;m not:

liberal

racist

stupid

stubborn

idealistic(anymore)

a one worlder/ist

You may notice (if you don&#039;t, you&#039;re unobservant)

that I seem to contradict myself. That&#039;s not so. 

Everything I say twice means something different the second time, because everything has another meaning than the first.</description>
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 		<title>But, Mom!</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/136674</link>
         	<description>It was Mom&#039;s idea.</description>
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 		<title>Raven</title>
         	<link>http://www.eliteskills.com/z/143331</link>
         	<description>This is the story that I wrote for that &#039;Eskimo story&#039; contest that Jimmy posted awhile back, some of you will probably remember that. 



If you would like to read the legend that inspired the story, go here: <a rel=nofollow href="http://www.healingstory.org/wwwboard/raven/ravenAndWhale.html" class="n">RavenandWhale</a>



Thank you to anyone who reads the whole thing, let alone comments. Hopefully it is good enough to hold your attention...



Dang, the picture didn&#039;t work....oh well.</description>
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