Dear pregnant bitches due around christmas:

keep it in you freaking cooter so my dad can have a good christmas--as in, my mother does not get called into work.

thanks!

--jen.

According to my father, a bump on the head at Holiday Vally is good enough reason to want to cut up my snowboard.

My edge caught a couple moguls. I smacked my head on the ice. I'm fucking fine.

And so is my snowboard, because I'm never going to take it home. It's not safe here. >O 

 Man am I glad to be talking to Julie Pangborn again.

 Wow, I missed Steve, Matt and Jess a lot. Holy shit ( Read more... )

 My jack daniels burger was delicious, but I couldn't finish it due to a very upset stomach--likely caused by the burger ( Read more... )

 http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7314740584134698817&q=ross+runfola&total=5&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=2

One more thing:
I would like to introduce Ross Runfola, distiguished lawyer, political commentator, college professor, sociologist, textbook co-author and poet.
This is my sociology teacher. I sit with about eighteen other kids ( Read more... )

 I walked into work today to find the store mobbed. It was awful. Nevermind that I was fifteen minutes early and therefore am technically not supposed to start, I dove in anyway.

So I'm helping Megan, the new girl, find everything in the store because she's only been there a week and our managers royally blow at training new employees. She's a very ( Read more... )

 I finally talked to my mom about why finishing her taxes is so important to me. She kind of took it personally when I said that I wanted to move out of the house and try dorming, and to be frank, I don't really feel too guilty about it. I wanted to dorm this year, but it just wasn't possible. I don't even know if it will happen, or if I'll have to ( Read more... )

Sometimes, my boyfriend does very sweet things, like wrap up the new Coheed and Cambria CD and leave it on my seat in my car for me to discover when I leave, first thing in the morning.

oh god its so freaking good. I'll bet he regrets doing this in a few months--when I have YET to change the effing CD.

 Well, my mom is quite possibly the strangest creature I've ever met.  I don't think she took me seriously as far as the last talk I had with her goes; and be that the case, we're all in for a fan-fucking-tastic time by my sophomore year in college ( Read more... )