My name is Jennie. I’m old enough to know better and young enough to not give a shit. I live in a house with some people and pets, although which are which gets confusing at times. Under no circumstances can I resist cotton candy, including lollipops and Italian ice flavored like it. I do not understand my own mind, have not found the meaning of life (yet), and only believe 50% of the things I think and say. I plan to run away and join the circus but in the meantime I am pretending to write a book.