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The ice cream truck
by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . November 21, 2009 . 4:23PM
I was going through my old journal entries and I found some that I decided Blueshelled.com would be remiss without. That, and I’m pretty lazy and I haven’t been writing enough lately. This one was from September of 2008.
Our life is like a sitcom:
*softly tinkling music in the background while Jillian and Leon watch a movie. Adrian is upstairs*
Jillian (looking up at Leon): I hear the ice cream truck.
Leon: Uh-huh (back to the movie)
…2 seconds later…
Adrian, from upstairs: ICCCCEEEE CRREEEAM TRUCCCCCK! *sounds of crashing and running legs going down stairs, the door flies open and we see a flash of red going out the front door*
Jillian (barely looking up): Give me a second to pull out my money.
Sarah says: 
Jillian 
Life is like a game. We all have challenges, thoughts, opinions and beliefs. Often, it feels like something out there, life, karma, catty people, or blue shells (for the Kart lovers), seeks to bring us down. Luckily, we always get up. This is where I wear my heart on my sleeve and my foot in my mouth.
