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Just Jen
Careful with the pretty things

Wednesday, July 19, 2006
All I've been doing lately, besides trying to catch up on work and going through my daily to-dos, is listening to music. Music, music, music. I haven't done that in a while for some reason, and I guess I'm catching up.


Oh, and I'm reading. You Remind Me of Me. I think I mentioned that. It's really, really good but has taken me awhile because I got sidetracked. I got sidetracked on a lot of things, but I'm back. Pity party over (didn't I say that before, too?). Next, I'm finally going to get around to reading The Kite Runner.


In between those two things, my parents are driving me crazy. That's about it.


Monday, July 17, 2006
I spent Saturday night having dinner with nine very fun ladies at the latest hotspot. Odd because I'm never out, and I'm definitely not at the latest hotspots.


I felt all cool and flattered when one woman said, "I love your lips, and they're real." I shook my head yes in affirmation that they are indeed real, but she wasn't asking a question. She was making a statement. "Oh, I know," she said. "You can tell the difference."


We were the last people to leave the restaurant, this after 10 tequilla shots were provided to our table courtesy of the front man, I believe. We left there at 1 a.m. I just realized they closed at 11 p.m. But who could kick out 10 ladies singing "Leaving On a Jet Plane" and "Stand up, stand up for Jesus, for God's sakes don't sit down?"


I was one of them for one evening, and it was fun.


I'll post pictures later, but not tomorrow because I'll be without computer tomorrow. I'm getting a new one, and I couldn't be more excited. How pathetic is that?


And finally, try listening to Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here just one time. You won't be able to; you'll find yourself listening over and over again.


I'm going to miss Amy when she moves at the end of the month. We definitely toasted her Saturday night.


Thursday, July 13, 2006
Because I have little to say lately, I'm posting more words from other people.


"Maybe I didn't really know you. Maybe you were just a mirage. Maybe the world is full of food and sex and spectacle and we're all just hurling towards an apocalypse, in which case it's not your fault. I've been thinking about all these things and ... you're probably standing there monitoring. And one more thing - about the letter. Nuke it. Flame it. Destroy it. - It hurts me to know it's out there. Later."


-- Message left by Lloyd Dobler in the film Say Anything.

I love Lloyd Dobler.


Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Shine On, You Crazy Diamond


"It sounds like a pretty nice life, actually, and it's pleasant to think of Barrett ending his days as a vaguely Victorian figure - an odd old Englishman who'd made quite a splash in his youth, tottering through town on two wheels."


This article is a good read.


Thursday, July 06, 2006
How is it that gay guys give the absolute best birthday cards ever? Where do they find this shit, is what I want to know. (I can't wait for my dad to see it displayed on the counter.) And my gift? A combination wrench/key for the water meter with a big ass bow tied around it. It's my favorite gift so far, though it's not officially my birthday until tomorrow.


The other funny thing about this couple of guys ... T always refers to N as "Gladys," because he's in the know about everything in the neighborhood and is usually complaining about neighbors who put their bulky trash out before the appropriate time, calling the city on any derelict cars, etc. I actually relate to the Gladys mind frame and can appreciate someone else doing my dirty work.


Anyway, wish me a happy birthday, bitches.