GIRL And Her Name Is. Josette. Josie. Jojo. Is Seventeen. Born Thirty Six Eighty-Five (30/06/85). Died Mid-Freshman Year. Resurrected Six Two Two (06/02/02). And Continues to Live. Apparently, Very Moody. And Childish. Not to Mention Demanding. But Quite Reliable. A Procrastinator. A Perfectionist. A Hopeless (Romantic, Case etcetera). A Person. Just Another Girl. More Info on Her?
SOUL And She Has One. Yes, I Was Surprised As Well. Her Soul Cries Out (in Frustration, Sadness, Joy). She Shows Her FSJ through Writing. She Writes Poems. Original Ones. And Organizes Them Thus: 01-10 and 11-20 and 21-30. They Stink. At Least She Thinks So. So and So. Such and Such. (Polonius, HAH!) She Wrote Other Things. The First is Quite Editorial: TVMBML. The Second is a Short Story from Junior English: TCB. The Third is Another Editorial: POD. She Thinks It's Short and Passionate. And the Fourth is What She Felt and Continues to Feel on Occassion: SCD.
MISC And There are Miscellaneous Items. You Can Contact Her through E-mail or Guestbook, But E-mail Works Better. She belongs to the Clique, TOTEM. Her Totem is a Humming Bird. Spiffy, no? Like Other People, She Has Wishlists 01 and 02. She Doesn't Plan on Buying These Things Herself. She Thinks That Anyone Who Actually Decides to Buy Her Something Off of Her Wishlists is Insane, But Appreciates It All the Same. And, of course, Departure. Here Are Some Links. Much Thanks Goes to Her Lovely Hostess, Melcena-doll. Melcena Owns the Following Domains: MIRRORSOUL.NET, GLASSRAIN.ORG, and WYNTERCHYLDE.COM. Visit Her At Once! And a Final Note: Josette Thanks You For Visiting Her Pathetic Little Website. Nod Nod. Muchas Gracias.

THE CONTINUING BATTLE I consider myself to be a handsome, young fellow having a light blue body with twin white stripes going down the length of my sides. I am a toothbrush — model XT6 to be exact — and I aid in the fight against the germs that cause bad breath and plaque. I have the life span of about three to six months, but I don’t really mind. By then I’m all worn out and ready for retirement.

I am the most used out of my partners, Floss and Toothpaste, since our human brushes his teeth twice a day and only flosses once. One day, he brushed his teeth three times and flossed twice. Let me tell you, we all felt pretty special that day. We even held an impromptu celebration with Hairbrush and Electric Razor. Toothpaste got pretty wasted during the party and woke up runny and messy the next morning.

I know that I am quite useless without Toothpaste. She knows it, and I know it. Frankly, just the thought of it makes me a bit crazed, but I never let on. It would be suicide to do so because I’d never hear the end of it. I mean, Toothpaste is already so high-strung because she knows people in high places. She’s always bragging about how she chats with Aspirin at least four times a week. In my opinion, I think she only met Aspirin by chance because she happens to live on the same shelf. I don’t like Toothpaste very much, and Floss shares my sentiment.

Floss is my favorite partner in the continuing battle against germs. When I’m unable to reach some germs or plaque, Floss is always able to get rid of it. Floss is a very funny guy, and he can always make me laugh. He constantly torments Toothpaste. She hates him for it, but don’t be deceived. I know for a fact that she has a crush on Floss. I heard it on the grapevine from Hair Gel, and he’s the guy who knows it all.

ME?

I’m sorry, but I don’t really like to talk about myself.

M’m, making hand gestures, are you?

Well, I guess I can spare a couple o’ more minutes.

I’m situated right in front of the mirror in my navy blue toothbrush holder, and I must say that I am absolutely gorgeous. I suppose that I’m a teeny-bit vain, but who isn’t? I love to pamper myself and make sure that all of my bristles are straight. I cannot stand it when my human doesn’t rinse me off well enough. Deposits of Toothpaste get left on me, and it leaves me feeling very, very unsanitary.

The most unsanitary aspect of our job is, of course, the job itself — especially when our human hasn’t brushed his teeth in a while. For example, our human came in late one night and didn’t bother to brush his teeth. Boy, did we have a hard time the next morning. My weeks of experience never prepared me for that. There were germs and plaque everywhere. I went straight to work with Toothpaste. Floss had a vigorous time as well. The fight was a long and tedious one, but we eventually won. A couple of my bristles were bent, Toothpaste was droopy, and Floss was a bit shorter, but we won. Our human hasn’t tried that in a while, and we’re all grateful.

The continuing battle against germs will go on and on in an unending cycle. We’ll keep each other company as we go, and, of course, we’ll grow old together. I’m sure that we’ll all retire to that place under the sink where we can remember the good times when Floss would tease Toothpaste time and time again.