This is a difficult one to write. Namely because a good chunk of my current circle consists of people who wear skinny jeans and nerd glasses and listen to music that you probably won’t even hear about until like, ought-fifteen.
I say, “John Mayer!” They say, “SHUNNED!”
I’m not here to comment specifically on the “racist” comments put [...]
At around 2am on a Friday night, I was standing outside Dorman Street, drunkenly whining into my phone. On the other end? Matt Wilson, Brooklyn. My best friend since high school.
“I need you to do me a big favor. I need you to tell me that boys are stupid. And that I’m pretty.”
“We’re idiots, all of [...]
Okay, I got kind of Mopey McMoperson there, as I am wont to do. Sometimes when I intend to end an entry with “and then I cried,” I don’t want the entry to start off all cheery and then spiral down into it.I take the balls-and-glory approach of “BAH! SAD! READ ABOUT IT!” However, I [...]
STATUS! I’m still trucking along. Stomach? No longer in knots. Eye? No longer twitching.
Overall feeling is still one of crappiness, a general malaise, if you will, but THAT’S OKAY. I know it’s going to suck for a little while. I’ll get back to being the witty chick with tons of pluck; I always do. I [...]
Last year, my dad hit the jackpot of all Christmas gifts by getting my mom floor tickets to Celine Dion at Conseco Fieldhouse. The concert was nearly a YEAR away, in November 2008. Still, big win for Dad. So last month, my mom comes down, and on concert day she’s beaming, excited to finally see [...]
Now that I’m back on the face of the earth (kind of)…
CHICAGO
I headed to Chi-town last Thursday night for my interview at Starcom MediaVest Group. My parents arranged for me to stay a night at a hotel downtown, because a) I have the best parents in the world (who really, really, want me get a job, [...]
Note: All these pictures are courtesy of one Miss , so I didn’t take a single one of these. I also used a pirated version of Photoshop on Damon’s PC. Also? They are in no particular order, so my drunkenness does not progress photographically. The only honest thing about these pictures: the LOVE, people. THE LOVE.
Here’s picture [...]
I went home to Grand Rapids this weekend. I could tell you where this is, but it’s just easier if I point to a specified location on my right palm. [Hardy har, laugh at the Michigander.]
We (Me, Matt, Stadt, Nicole, and Nick) embarked on our eastward journey, in 3498524357 cars, because we are that efficient. [...]
Last Days, 2005.
Time to clean out the text message library that has collected in my cell phone…
Favorite INBOX Messages:
(from Jeff): “men do everything for sex hair cuts & working out to look good enough for sex if it wasn’t for sex men would still be in a cave somewhere jerking off”
(from Matt): “Put $20 on [...]
Jenn is a 26-year-old writer from Indianapolis, Indiana. She lives downtown in a Civil-War-era house that used to be a brothel. It is now referred to as "The Cockpit."
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