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Dvorak and Chicken Noodle Soup.

PICKY. An adjective meaning choosy or fussy, especially excessively so. Difficult to please.
I guess there are worse things to be.  It’s just that I’m 22 and  I don’t want to waste anybody’s time. This isn’t to mean that I’m one of those girls who, at the onset of puberty, complains, “My Biological Clock is A-Tickin’!“  I never [...]

Officially…hit…the 4 am wall.
Uggggggggg! (a la Charlie Brown)
Thus, I write to stay awake, and you will read it and comment gleefully.
Random Updates on Various Aspects of My Life:
Work: As of today, I work full-time in the media department at Best Buy.  I still work at WTTS.  Yes, this does mean I will be a workaholic, working upwards to 50 [...]

Great Expectations. Or: How to Get Drunk Alone.

I’d like to say, before I begin:
THANK YOU, GREG BOSSE, FOR THE PETE TOWNSHEND TRACK! You’re the best!
Seriously.
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If there’s an art to drinking alone, I’m the equivalent of a five-year-old with her fingers dipped in paint.
At approximately 7:30 pm this evening, I was waiting at the bar in Yogi’s for a friend that didn’t exist.  [...]

Underneath the velvet skies, love is all that matters

“So…I hate to pry, but…” (don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it) “do you have a boyfriend?”
He asked this as his rickety low-rider crept up the hill to the empty church parking lot so he could “turn his car around.” I panicked. If worse came to worse — and by “worse” [...]

I have. No fucking game.  Seriously, guys.  No fucking game.
Time for everyone to feel sorry for Jenn.  For lack of game.  Because I am certain.  I have none.

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“Wher’re yoooou frommm?” I squealed to the metrosexual, British, GOD-of-a-man I met last night.  Sure, his shirt was probably two sizes too tight. Sure, he made comments that could make Howard Stern blush. Sure, he may have made that gross, I’d-like-to-shake-my-face-in-your-chest gesture.  Sure, he was engaged.
But he was British.
And I was drunkity drunk drunk.

(“Hey, they didn’t call you [...]