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1. If your life were a movie, what would the title be? “Just Jen”. 2. What songs would be on the soundtrack? This is totally not a chronological list, or an all inclusive one. They’re just songs that remind me of certain times and events in my life. My Life (in a Nutshell) – Barenaked … Continue reading Friday Five

Blogging has made me a bad friend. Instead of actually checking up on my friends with an e-mail or a phone call, I just read their blogs. It’s gotten to the point that I don’t even comment on their lives. I just think my encouraging/well wishing/friendly thoughts to myself, and assume that they know how … Continue reading Bad Friend

I’ve had pretty good luck with roommates thus far. Unfortunately, that appears to be running kinda low lately. My roommate doesn’t steal from me or break my stuff or anything like that. She’s actually very kind and generous.

Unfortunately she’s a neurotic, forgetful, scattered spaz. And those of you who know me will know that I have a very very low tolerance for stupid people.

I will now commence a lengthy rant about my roommate. Hopefully she doesn’t read this (or if she does, she’ll get the hint)…
Continue reading “Ok, so I’m going to Kill my Roommate.”

This is the Slowest Night Ever . Continue reading bored

The Tour de Gastown is going on outside my office windows as I work away this evening. Hundreds of men and women on their street bikes are whipping along a route that takes them from Water (@ Cambie) around a hairpin at Cordova, along Cordova, down Carrall, and back down Water to Cambie again. It’s … Continue reading Tour de What?

It’s hot. Damn hot. My apartment is like an oven, and I am experiencing the woes of having such a hot apartment without a swimming pool to compensate (something I was naieve enough to underuse in my last apartment and therefore figured I could live without). It doesn’t even cool down at night in here. … Continue reading It’s getting hot in here…

Overheard in the bowels of Gastown from a street vendor to a vagrant: “Well, that’ll knock a vulture off a shit wagon!” Continue reading Sentence of the Day

So, my birthday is coming up in a few days (Sunday the 27th for those of you who didn’t know), and I figured I’d shamelessly ask all of my loyal readers to donate to my impending present. I have included an easy “make a donation” button through paypal for your ease and convenience. I know … Continue reading 23 Candles

some real advice for Real Women. Shamelessly stolen from Social Reject who stole it from someone else, etc. You all get to read this, because I just got home from the Merritt Mountain Music Festival, and am damn tired with an assload of dirty laundry to clean up. Perhaps I’ll write more tomorrow. Continue reading This one’s for the Girls

Carol Shields has died of cancer. I never really thought about what Canadian culture is – it’s so much easier to define it as what it isn’t – until I went to University. Even then, it took my endeavor to take a couple classes on Canadian books, music, film, etc. to make me really think … Continue reading Pity

I only say cheese because it’s a protein food, and therefore, you can eat it on the atkins diet. My weight obsessed roommate was asking if I knew any success (or horror) stories about people who have done the atkins diet.

I tried it for a day, got a stupifying headache, gave up and ate a bagel and a cup of coffee with extra cream and sugar.

So I’ll throw it out to the masses: give me your diet stories (Atkins or otherwise) and I’m going to saunter my fat ass off to my dinner of ice cream and ciabatta buns.
Continue reading “Cheese Please”

… that bikini wax was the DUMBEST THING I’VE EVER DONE!!! Although the “important bits” actually do feel pretty fine (although that just means they’re not screaming in agony – not that they ever really reached soft-as-a-baby’s-bottom status), the actual bikini area is right fucked. It feels and looks like the worst case of razor … Continue reading Since nonameyet asked…

Actually, *I* take the morning train. And today, as I approached my home station, I realized that I rode the entire skytrain line today. Going to work I took my usual route. I started at Brentwood Station, went to Commercial, transferred at Broadway and rode to Waterfront. After work was when the fun began. I … Continue reading My baby takes the morning train

I was feeling pretty ok when I went to bed last night. I figured I’d be at “soft-as-a-baby’s-bottom” status by morning for sure. No dice. Still ouch. Still slightly swollen. Still hating the country of Brazil. Just see if you ever catch *me* drinking one of those stupid Brazilian beers ever again!! I’ll show them!!! Continue reading The Ouch Factor

No, this is not a subject in any way related to the one Arwen wrote about a few days ago. This is a post about a bikini wax. And not just any bikini wax, a brazilian bikini wax. That’s where instead of just waxing the hair off that would appear on the outside of a … Continue reading Ouch in my Pants