Hi, I'm Jimmy Parker
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MatureOngoing14m
Last published Wed, Feb 12, 2014
Alright, let's cut the personal stuff out! I'm Parker, Jimmy Parker...you noticed the little James Bond introduction there...and this is the story of my life. So basically, I'm guessing this is like a diary? Well let's call it a journal on my life, diary seems a bit too...how should I say? Girlish--not that I'm name slamming guys who like to call it that. Well I'm a twenty four year old college graduate, and you're probably thinking "Why is it now at this age you decide to have such a thing?" Well it all started yesterday when I went over to my best friend Louis's house to realize how interesting my life really is. So shall we begin?
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