Well, I doubt my mother reads this, though I know one of my uncles is aware that it exists. And if she does, then I'm not really Jenni, I'm her evil twin. Jenni is reserved, dainty, and never curses, and would be shocked at the very idea of people dressed as giant vaginas riding scooters down busy streets. Really.
This also makes me feel rather sheepish for not being far more intellectual on here, which is, again, rather silly. This livejournal, like many online journals, is essentially an electronic diary. Some of us have more exhibitionistic tendencies than others, and make almost everything public. Others are more reserved, keeping their journals limited to friends they believe they can trust. There are some journals that have no friends listed at all, but are full of private entries. And then there are the ones that make use of filters to acheive a lovely combination that works rather well until you mix the filters and your coworkers acidentally get to hear all about your night of wild sex. Depending on your coworkers, that could result in uncomfortable silence around the water cooler, or a sharp increase in invitations to dinner.
Those "What reading level is YOUR journal?" analysis... thingymaboppers (thesaurus powers... failing....) usually tell me that this journal is somewhere in the region of 6-7th grade reading level. I like to think that keeps about 75% of internet users from effectively understanding most things I say. That's slightly less mean if you take into account the fact that not everyone speaks english.
Ha! You know, I just realized that if you were to attempt to judge me based on my interest list, you would think I was such the gothnugget. While David does occasionally threaten to beat me with the Goth Stick, I'm not so sure I qualify.
Looking at my interests list reminds me - I still want a yip-yip hat. And mark my words, one glorious day I shall make one.