Thursday, March 31, 2005

I'm young and I'm hip and so beautiful, I'm gonna be a supermodel

Well, I've completely whored myself.

My ex-boss. He's a peach, I tell ya. He calls me up and leaves a voicemail that basically says, "We have a huge client coming in. We need to look busy, I need to you to come into the office and just sit there."

What, I wonder, am I going to do to "look busy?" Surf the net? I think they'd notice that ebay had nothing to do with architecture. Or perhaps I could take a page from the slacker handbook, and just bring up a drawing and zoom in and out. Uh, sadly, I've actually worked with people who did that...ALL DAY.

I should just do what that one girl at work used to do. Leave my computer on, leave my task light on....and go home. She usually did this starting at 11am. Worked like a charm for her. Crazy b*tch.

I guess I'm just going to go in, sit down, look pretty - then say, "Give my money." At least I can add "supermodel" to my resume now.

The first time I saw lightening strike, I saw it underground

Last week was cold and rainy. This week, it's 80 degrees with high winds.

This is earthquake weather. Or as it can also be called, "weather that pisses Jenn off." Depending on which weather service you subscribe too.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Did somebody say, "WONDER?"

Well, my other favorite show, Arrested Development, is still on the air...for now.

If you don't find this funny, well, I just don't know what to tell you.


Wanna get high? I think you do, mon.

Damn it.

Second episode of the American version of the Office tonight. They did it. They sucked me in and won me over. I smiled, if not laughed out loud through the entire episode.

And I think the end made me *fall* for Jim/Tim now. Great.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

What good is a photograph of you?

I was looking for my Coldplay "Parachutes" cd and lo and behold, there it was in a box of "junk I took with me from the office before I left."
At the bottom, of course.

So in going through all the other crap, I found a picture of me and my boss, sitting on the deck of the Starship Enterprise. (Work related, don't ask). I looked closely and laughed out loud. I remembered that I had photoshopped myself a touch cause I didn't like the way I looked. That cracked me up, right there.

Cause I was thinking, what if I did that to all of my old photos? My son would grow up looking at them and never know that, at one time, I had really long hair or that I wore glasses for years before I got Lasik, or that I used to dye my hair a punky kind of red.

Hilarious. I could alter my past life through photoshop. Who'll ever know?

he was a good boy, from the upside of town

Mike is a good guy.

And I'm not just saying that because he agrees with me that Erasure "The Innocents" is one of the best albums to listen to beginning to end. And it's also not because his first iTunes purchase was "I Beg Your Pardon" by Kon Kan.

Well, it's mostly the second one.

While those are all good reasons to like him, he also draws these web chronicles of his *sugary sweet* long distance relationship. They are funny and sweetly drawn.

Although, sometimes, I seriously doubt his commitment to Sparkle Motion.

Monday, March 28, 2005

Like a fool I went and stayed too long, now I’m wondering if your love’s still strong

What do I love more than getting gifts in the mail? Nothing! Oh, maybe ice cream. NO. Monkeys! Oh, nevermind.

I opened the door today to find a cute Easter package from Leslie. Whatever did I do to deserve such love. Yay.

It was filled with candy, candy, candy, some very cool eyelets (now I really have to craft again) and best of all, a mini notebook. She knows that I sketch and write lots of useless things down all day. Smart chick. There were no tacos in there, but hey, I'll take what I can get.


I'm on my way I'm making it, I'm gonna make it show, yeah!

I haven't interviewed in probably over 4 years. And when I walked into the lobby of this place, I realized...this was big time, baby. The chairs in the foyer cost more than my monthly salary...a piece.

I checked in, and waited. Waiting, the worst part of an interview. The model shop was right by the front desk. I stood there as this 22 year old guy came strolling out of the room. I looked at him, with his rocker t-shirt, loose khaki's and hipster shoes. He looked at me with my pinstripe suit and heels. We just kind of stared at each other.

I wanted to tell him, hey you, it wasn't that long ago that I WAS you. There was a time when I was 22 and worked 80 hour weeks and I dressed like that. Listening to music all night, laughing with my co-workers, all the while still hating "the office" for making us do the shit work. I don't wear suits all the time, honest, I'm not a sellout!

But I didn't say anything. And we broke gaze and he walked away.

And I stood there I a sellout? When did I become a 30 year old who wears suits and heels anyway?

Then they called me into the conference room...

it's just the thought of you, in love with someone else

Well. Here's something interesting. Being a huge-ass Weezer nerd, I subscribe to the Weezer news list. I got an email that said they were having open call to be in their new video. I honest to god, wanted so badly to go. But with the kid and all, I can't do stupid things anymore.

Well they finished filming the video, for the new single "Beverly Hills", turns out they had all the extras galavanting around the Playboy Mansion. Ha. Good thing I didn't go. That wouldn't look very good on my resume, seeing as how I have a job interview today.

Kevin likes TACOS too, but thinks east coast tacos rock. Them's fightin' words. Little does he know, we girls are "out on bail, fresh outta jail, California dreamin’."


Sunday, March 27, 2005

Do it for the children

I wrote this post the other day when things weren't going so well. I thought about editing it, or not posting it at all, but then, what the heck. Sometimes it's just better to get these things out.

If there's one question, well - rhetorical question, that I hate, it's, "Don't you just LOVE being a mother." The people who ask me this usually don't know that I am, to fault, an honest person. And I am going to answer that question honestly. And the answer is, "NO. I don't just LOVE being a mom. It's alright. Not bad."

It's weird to me that of all the jobs in the world, being a mother requires no references, no application, it just happens. Lately I am thinking I am the least qualified person for this job.

The kid has come into his own, and that's all well and good for his future but a nightmare for me. I can't get anything done and I feel like I'm losing my mind. The sad thing is, no one knows your pain but you. Even when I saddle my husband with the kid to make him "see how it feels" to take care of him, the end result is him saying, "How can you not love doing this everyday." Ugh. Easy for you to say when you only have to do it for 4 hours, once a week. Try everyday, ALL DAY.

I love my kid, and I don't regret anything, it's just hard. And sometimes, you just want 5 minutes to collect your thoughts and move on with your day. But when you don't even have that, well, it's too much.

I know lots of friends of mine who are afraid to have kids because they'd lose their "normal" life, and you know will. That's the truth right there. If you want to be selfish and live for yourself. Don't do it. Don't have kids. But on the other hand, there are days, when your kid will look at you with so much love - you just start crying. Those are the good days. Those are the days that make it all better.

Wait. Scratch that last sentence. He just took a hammer to the fireplace. I take it all back. Forget kids. Run for your life.

Saturday, March 26, 2005

how can I explain when there are few words I can choose

Thursday, March 24, 2005

I just can't look it's killing me

I never watch videos. But today I turned on MTV2 and there was a video by the Killers. Now, I do happen to have a warmness in my heart for lead singers who have a love for eyeliner, but something about that video bugged me. Maybe it was the Moulin-rouge-i-ness of it all, or was it the fact that Eric Roberts was in it?

After that, some new Mariah Carey video came on. Who knew she was even still singing - not me. As I watched - guess who showed up - Eric Roberts. AGAIN.

So, he's like a video ho, now? Sick of him.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005


How much do I love Giant Robot? More than you will ever know.

Not only did they open a second store, just down the street, NOW they've opened a restaurant! Is there no stopping them? They will take over the world! Mwahahah...


And hello, what's this, is that a TACO on the menu? Kidding.

Anyway. I haven't been there yet. But I plan to go.
Anyone wanna come?

I feel like taking all my clothes off, dancing to the Rite of Spring

The KID - he's a nudist.

There I said it.

The minute I go to change him he just takes off running.
This has got to stop.

tacos, bitches.

You wouldn't believe it if I told you.

We have a TACO BLOG.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Do they know it's Christmas time again?

It's hard to get together with friends nowadays, but there are two people who I make an effort to see no matter what, and last Saturday we hung out. One of them brought us our belated Christmas gifts. I know it's March, but I was thrilled just the same.

I received some lovely Nigella measuring cups, blue and cute.

This whole gift exchange put me in a Christmas mood. So I watched "Love, Actually." No, not just for Hugh Grant's dancing, but for Martin Freeman. Sure, he was having "simulated sex" in every scene, but everytime I see his face my heart *smiles*.
Yay for Christmas.


Because the music that they constantly play, it says nothing to me about my life

So this weekend Kyle said, "You don't know anything about good music." *insert screeching halt noise here* Let's just say I was less than thrilled with that comment. Just because MY personal collection doesn't consist of songs that include the words "hos" or "guns"...but who's counting.

When I was a DJ, I had access to all kinds of underground music. When I worked at the record store, I had access to top 40 stuff, oldies, jazz, even country. It provided a wide base of musical knowledge from the 80's/90's. So much so - that if a song comes on the radio, I can usually name it within the first few notes of the song. "..."Valerie Loves Me", Material Issue - Yay me!" Yeah, that's me in the car, just ignore me and keep driving.

So then Dan sends me this article from the paper in MN, regarding a new indie radio station. The author's a bit heavy on the "wordy" for my taste, just try and ignore it...

"Implicit in the hype was the longstanding alt-rock conviction that suburban mechanics and IT workers who want to hear Lynyrd Skynyrd's "That Smell" for the 1,000th time are Philistines, whereas urban advertising execs who want to hear the Smiths' "Hand in Glove" for the 645th time are pacesetters."

Despite what you think, I'm not *stuck* in the 80's. I've long thrown out my leg warmers and oversized belts, thank you. Believe it or not, I do in fact listen to alot of stuff coming out today, it's not my fault that most of it is crap. Point is, if people want to listen to Fiddy Cent or J-LO all day, go on with your bad self, someone has to do it. Just don't bash the music I listen to. Because believe it or not, I know all about your music, but I bet you know nothing about mine.

It seems like yesterday that I was standing in a 10 hour line waiting to gaze into the eyes of Dave Gahan. Suddenly, now here I am, on the couch, next to the kid watching Barney singing "I love you, you love me.." I mean, the kid is transfixed. He's swaying back and forth, I half expect him to start foaming at the mouth. I've got to go, I think Barney's going to sing "Personal Jesus," I've got to find my lighter...

Monday, March 21, 2005

slicing up eyeballs, I want you to know

Reason #33
Why Jenn might be a bad mother:

Um, yeah.

Here's some advice. When you reach down to pick up your kid, it might be a wise idea, NOT to have a tootsie pop in your mouth. You just might poke the kid in the eye.

NOT THAT, that happened to me! Oh no, no...I'm just warning YOU. In case that should

Um, anyone have an eyepatch?

she bought a clock on hollywood blvd the day she left

Thom Mayne - of MORPHOSIS - the quintessential avant-guard architect will be be named winner of the Pritzker Prize today. The Pritzker is basically the noble prize of Architecture. This may mean nothing to you, but it means something to me.

He is the first American since 1991 to receive this prize, and that - is a big deal.

In a world of boring tract homes and dull mini malls, Thom Mayne is ahead of his time. Think, hopped up techno music translated into buildings. He's innovative, boorish, unyielding - all the makings of a great architect ahead of his time.

His most recent work, The Caltrans building in downtown L.A., was notoriously dubbed "The Death Star." An aluminum paneled building 400 feet long by 220 feet high. It certainly doesn't fit into the "regular" downtown aesthetic, but it's chances like that, that could make Los Angeles an architectural visionary. And that, is a good thing.


Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said...

"Isn't my child cute?"

That is one thing you will never hear me ask. Just because I personally think he's cute, doesn't mean I should force everyone else to think so. How many times have people said that to me while shoving a picture of their, *ahem*, not-so-attractive kid, in my face. Sure, they think their kid's good-looking, IT'S THEIRS.

Just to make this clear, yes I love my kid, and yes I think he's cute. But that doesn't mean you have to agree. (Just clarifying for later in life when the kid develops a complex...)

Meanwhile, my mother-in-law calls today to say:

"Jenn, we showed all our friends pictures of the baby and they all say he's the cutest kid, EVER."

Then, with MUCH DISAPPOINTMENT in her voice, she adds...

"They all say, he you."

Gee, backhanded compliments. Surprisingly, not the best feeling. Just saying.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Just a place to call your own, as we drift into the zone

Today - perfect weather.


mighty bosstones

Random Jen hates Boston.

So much so, that if you google "I hate Boston," apparently, she is the number one hit. And she's damn proud of it.

If that's what she says, I'll believe her, I don't want her on my bad side.

So young, so angry. Damn that punk music.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Don’t make me feel any colder, time is like a clock in my heart

Thurdee: "How old is ______ (coworker)?"
Jenn: "One year younger than me."
Thurdee: "So...34?"
Jenn: "WHAT???"
Thurdee: "What?"
Jenn: "Uh, hello, I'm 31, you beyotch."
Thurdee: "31, 35 what's the difference, you're still OLD."

Speaking of age, Rusty called me, asking what I was planning on doing for "my eldest son's birthday" this weekend, aka Kyle.
Har,har, very funny.

Like I said before, I'm a bit burnt out still, god knows how long this will last. I'm over planning things. But I'm not leaving it up to Rusty, I'll tell you that much. For god's sakes, last year the guy gave Kyle a loaf of bread instead of a birthday cake...


Why can't I be you?

I don't ask for much. Really. Just once a day, either some punk rock or some coffee. Either or. Today was coffee.

So...I've talked about this before. When someone asks me, "Name?" I always, always say, "Jennifer." I don't know why, I can't help it, it comes out before I can stop myself. Cut to me at Starbucks:

"Jennifer? Iced coffee?
Iced coffee...for JENNIFER??"

And there I stood. Thinking. Hmm...I ordered iced coffee...oh shit.
That's me.
I think I shoulda went with a little punk today instead.

*Yes that's a Tito's box behind the cup. Shut up.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Do you believe, in heaven above, do you believe in...tacos?

OK. Listen up.
I am NOT turning this into an "all TACO BLOG" for god's sakes.

However, this one last thing that Leslie sent me:

Tito's makes you a better lover and cures bad eyesight.

There. I said it.

You can find our gang there Saturday nights. We'll be wearing similar jackets and smoking clove cigarettes. Don't mess with us.

I stood there beside myself, thinking hard about the weather

A friend of mine emailed me to make sure I was ok, knowing I was slightly depressed about the job situation. I told him that I planned to take out an ad that said,
"part time design-ery mom with punk rock tendancies for hire."

So far, no takers.

I don't know why this job thing is bugging me this time around. It's not like it hasn't happened before. But then today, as I was listening to "Flashback Lunch," New Order's "Perfect Kiss" came on the radio. My son walked up to me, (he actually took steps on his own), and put his arms around me and slow danced with me for the whole song. That's something considering his recent penchant for gangsta rap. Anyway, it made me feel good.

That's love, baby.

Curse you taco gods

The Tito's saga continues:

ROKES: "Yup, I am craving Tito's right now. Shiz says she went and it didn't taste the same...she said the floors don't even look that good!"
Jenn: "Frankly, I think the taste is ALL FLOOR, baby! Now we can never go back."

Ah, but I did go back. Today. And I had my fill of taco-y goodness. People ask me what the deal with Tito's is. I couldn't tell you. All I know, is that if I took you there, you would say, "This is crap." Seriously.

Maybe it's just us asian blogger chicks that dig them. Maybe we should start a gang. Yeah! We could get jackets a la the Pink Ladies...but what would we do besides eat tacos?
Ugh. Forget it.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

You f*ckers think just because a guy reads comics he can't start some sh*t!?

While my kid and I enjoy most of the same things:
monkeys, singing Ramones songs at dinner, eating tofu, junk like that...
There are some things, that, well, we differ on.

I guess he took it upon himself to school me on my taste in movies.

The kid has his own opinions, I guess.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

“you’re not fooling anyone”, they know I’m rock and roll through and through

Uh, when I first came across this website for a band called Seona Dancing, I swear I thought it was a joke. I mean, Ricky Gervais, aka "David Brent" from BBC's the Office, in an 80's synth band, and ME not know about it. For shame. Bad Jenn.

When I downloaded the two songs, I thought...holy crap. This is the kind of 80's music that I love. It's too funny! Well, actually the early pictures of that's funny.

But the music is good, well if you like that sort of "OMD & Joy Division had a baby" kind of sound. Which of course, I do.

All photos&content courtesy of this site.

Yeah she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me


I have been listening to Death Cab for Cutie for three days and I feel ever so slightly depressed. I would slit my wrists right now, but frankly I don't have the time - I have too many errands to run.

Maybe it's not so much depression as, well exhaustion. It's my own fault I was up late last night, and now I'm dead tired. Oh and here's a lovely phone call I just had, I'm jobless as of, Nice. The music seems fitting now.

Am I going to stop listening to DCFC? Probably not. I am addicted to Ben Gibbard's voice. But maybe due to my recent jobless-ness I should listen to something more UP.

If you want to destroy my sweater...

My friend Thurdee was sooo excited to get the new 50cent cd, I'm surprised she didn't camp out the day of it's release, the way she was going on.

Thurdee was supposed to write a review of the "Fiddy" cd for this here blog, but...uh, I lost it. Watch out, she may kick my ass. It was something like, "The Massacre, off the hook yo." Or...something. How the hell do I know, I don't have "THUG LIFE" tattooed across my stomach like she does.

Anyway, knowing her love for all things rap/hip hop, I was surprised to find out she didn't have the Kanye West, "College Dropout" cd. I offered to loan her mine and she said...
"You are weak for men who wear sweaters."

What does that even mean?

Monday, March 14, 2005

This is the last song, I will ever sing, NO, I've changed my mind again...

Borrowing someone else's iPOD is...weird.
It's like an upclose look into their personality, and you realize, you and your friends have NOTHING in common...

Me - scrolling like mad - the office is quiet so there's nothing to muffle that damn "clicky-clak" noise...

Coworker: "Oh come on, what are you looking for?"
Jenn (scrolling): "You have like, 1000 songs on here and I can't find a thing I like."
Coworker: "How's that possible?"
Jenn: "I thought you LIKED the Chemical Brothers..."
Coworker: "I do, I didn't have room. What about DJ Tric..."
Jenn: "Did you just say DJ to me? Stop...please."
Coworker: "Ok...Thievery Corporation?"
Jenn (still scrolling): " Do you have...Erasure?"
Coworker: "JENN. Erasure? I thought they were dead."
Jenn: "What? You're awful. I guess you wouldn't have any OMD then..."
Coworker: "OK - you need to live in the NOW. What next, you'll ask for Yazoo or Communards..."
Jenn: "Now you're talking. OHH!!! MORRISSEY!"
Coworker: " gave that to me."
Jenn: "Oh."

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Looking from a window above, it's like a story of love

I haven't sewn, crafted or baked in ages. I feel bad about that. But man, I'm in a funk. I pretty much killed myself doing the kid's bday party, so much so, that I'm just over it. Everything.

So I started slowly taking orders again, despite this "funky" feeling I've got going on. I found out yesterday that my cousin is getting married in June, needs invitations. Then Cool_beans said she needed wedding shower invitations. Then, F*z, who I work with, needed me to do "something" quick so he could win a girl's heart.

He basically does anything I ask big or small, even though I don't work there anymore. So, if it will help him, I'll do all I can. Funk or no funk. Despite the fact that when he sees it's me on his office caller i.d. he answers the phone, "Complaint Department?"

Mean. That's just mean.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

In a restaurant, in a West End town

"Why Jenn might be an unfit mother"
Reason #18

I delayed picking up my kid to go pick up tacos.

I delayed picking up tacos to sit in the car until "West End Girls" finished playing on the radio.

You weigh the options.
Gee, blogger. Thanks for deleting my last post.

I'm too tired to rewrite it, something something Kevin Smith.


Friday, March 11, 2005

Got tickets to see Sheena Easton, the monkey was high

If only I had done this for the kid's birthday.
Oh well.
Maybe I'll do it for myself.
For no reason...


My god...I don't even think, that I love you...

Dan on MTV's the Inferno:
"Now if it was a challenge singing Madonna songs, I'd totally win."

I'd do fairly well at that too.
But WHAM songs - forget it.
Give me the trophy.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Would you rather be thought of as a funny man or a great boss? My answer's always the same, to me, they're not mutually exclusive at work.
Cutting out a big frog* and taping it to unsuspecting Neighbor's monitor while he's in the john.
Cause the frog, it's scary, see? Tell me that doesn't creep you out.
Cut to - boss walking by...

Jenn: "T*y. Look at this."
Boss: "Nice, Jenn."
Jenn: "Don't you miss having me around all day T*y?"
Boss: "...YES."
Jenn: "You know it."
Boss: "Well, you DO liven the place up..."

click to see big froggy**

*Yes, I get paid to draw frogs. Jealous?

**And, yes, that's beer next to the first monitor.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

I heard it from my friends, about the things you said

Leslie had kind words for me today.
She's having a third kid you see, and while dodging her attempts at my joining this so-called club I like call, "Dear GOD Preggers AGAIN" - I threw her a shower, to throw her off my trail.

I kicked design into high gear and made packages of...




Being friends with someone you've never met, is an odd, odd thing, especially considering she lives like 20 minutes away. But sometimes emailing someone A LOT can make you closer than the a-holes you see everyday. Most importantly she loves Tito's & DM, so you know she's a good egg.
Congrats, girlie.

silver spoon & a paper plate

Had a job interview over the phone, and the guy says to me, "It's corporate dress, so no "Jesus-come-lately" sandals." First of all, what the f*ck? And secondly, I wouldn't own such shoes. However. It made me think, if I get this job, I guess I can't dress the way I did to work today...

Cause I wore this:

with these:

while carrying:

A girl’s got to keep her edge.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Come anytime

An open letter to a fellow Jen(n):

Dear Random Jen,

I want to apologize for telling you that Morrissey and I were coming to your house to kick your ass. I couldn't make it and Morrissey probably wouldn't have partaken in the ass kicking anyway, he'd most likely just stand there holding my purse.

If you're free this weekend, Sid Vicious and I will come over to listen to The Hoodoo Gurus and eat chicken tacos.

*hugs & kisses*,


always bet on black

Kyle came home from Vegas a winner. Now if the story stopped here, that'd be news enough, cause you see, Kyle NEVER wins. I am the one who comes out of the trip a high roller. However, this time, I was deathly ill, AND I had to take care of the kid. So I sacrificed, and stayed home.

Kyle, once told me, "I don't plan on buying you anything, ever, so if/and when I actually DO buy you something, you'll be much more surprised."

Nice theory.

I pretty much got used to that for the past 13 years. So when he walked in the door, not only a winner, but carrying a brand new Louis Vuitton bag for moi, I was not just surprised, but dead shocked.

I'm not normally an LV fan, but the design of this particular purse had me. I'm a sucker for good design. So I've been looking at it for a while, but never really serious about being able to afford it. I love my new purse, and I'm sure I won't be getting another gift for another 13 yeras. But that's ok, I'm fine with that.

Monday, March 07, 2005

Your optimistic eyes, seem like paradise to someone like me

The guy I sit next to at work had some very interesting news for me...

Coworker (on the phone): "Jennnn...guess who I talked to today?"

Jenn (me at home, not caring): "Who?"
Coworker: "That GOTH guy..."
Jenn: "SHUT..up."
Coworker: "I asked him what kind of music he listened to..."
Jenn: "NO!...What'd he say??"
Coworker: "Depeche Mode..."
Jenn (screaming): "GET OUT!"
Coworker: "...Bauhaus...Love & Rockets..."
Jenn: "Are you lying to me, or what? Cause that's so not funny."
Coworker: "and you'll love this one...JOY DIVISION."
Jenn: "That's it. You're a damn liar."
Coworker: "Jenn, I'm serious. Joy Division, can you believe that? I told him, 'you really need to talk to Jenn..."
Jenn: "SHUT UP! You did not say that!"
Coworker (laughing): "I swear."
Jenn: "Goddam how embarrassing. I KNEW it! New Best friend! Did I not tell you he was GOTH?"
Coworker: (laughing a little too hard) "Yeah."
Jenn: "I TOLD YOU he was meant to be!!!"

By this point I've forgotten/forgiven about the Audi. Turns out my other co-worker has her eye on him too. She said, "that GOTH boy looks like fun." Damn, I better get a move on.

give me one more day, give me another night

It's marked on my calendar.
The New Order cd "Waiting for the Sirens Call" comes out in the U.S. on April 26th.

Until then, here's the video* for "Krafty".
It's got lots of heavy petting, if you're into that sort of thing.

The fantastic.

*Thanks, bKev.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Kent, this is GOD.

bRuiner told me something quite sweet. He said that my kid is sure to be a genius cause he's mine and Kyle's. Aw.

Well, that's an awfully nice compliment, considering the kid peed on his own head today.

So let's just scratch "genius" and go with "talented" instead.

swing out sister

Well, come Monday, I'm out of luck. My sis-in-law goes home, and with her, goes my recent life of luxury - having a personal nanny.

Before she came to visit, I always looked at those women with nannies (everyone has one in L.A.) and I thought, why the hell would you need someone to help you take care of your kids? Now I get it. Damn. I have more energy, I get more done, and because she's related, I don't feel that much guilt when I run out the door. Not to mention the fact that my kid just adores her.

It'll be sad now that she's gone. Not only cause she helped me, but it was nice to have a sister around. Someone to talk to about girlie things.

I'm pretty sure she won't be back for a while, since her parting words to me were:
"Uh...I realized, it's A LOT OF WORK having kids."


Hell yes I took advantage of her. But I just think of it as preparation for when she has her own. She can thank me later.
I'll miss her terribly.

All your compliments and your cutting remarks, are captured here in my quotation marks

Someone emailed me and asked me how I started this blog.

"WE" started blogs together, around the same time. Two years later, one of us is a slacker*, the other is still writing.
Hint: I'm the latter.

Course Dan's blog is (was) all about important things and mine was just a bunch of fluff. It started out being about music and how much I hated work, which it was, but then I thought, who cares? So a while back, I was thinking about taking this blog down. I figured, who wants to read about my taco addiction and my abuse of my grandma? Then, when the counter hit 50,000, I realized, hhhmmm...maybe someone actually is reading this crap.

So, yay me. It's be heard.
Tacos for everyone!

*Kidding. I *heart* you. Even though you never email me.

Friday, March 04, 2005

Everytime I think of you, I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue

Most of my best friendships in the world have come out of a similar love for music. That's what's close to my heart I guess. But with family, you can't choose them, they're just in your life. So imagine my surprise while driving the sis-in-law around...

The scene:
On the radio - Frente's remake of Bizarre Love Triangle...

sis: (singing quietly) "everytime I see you falling..."
Jenn: "HEY!!!"
sis "What?"
Jenn: "How the hell do you know the words to this song?"
sis: (kind of scared from my yelling at her)
"Um, I dunno. I...think I heard it before. Why, who is it?"
Jenn: "Well, it's an old New Order song, but remade crapily by this band called Frente..."
sis: (not really caring) "Oh."

At this point I wanted to stop the car and give her a hug. Because you see, this girl ONLY listens to Hawaiian music. So the fact that she knew the words, well, it touched my heart.

But I couldn't stop the car cause -
1) We were on La Cienega, and a person could get bitch slapped in that neighborhood for such careless driving and
2) I didn't want my sis-in-law to think I was nuts (more than I am).

So instead, I took her to Beverly Center and let her buy whatever she wanted at Victoria's Secret.** Cause you know, nothing says "I love you", like free underwear.

**There's no Victoria's Secret in Hawaii, also no IHOP, just telling you in case you go there and need underwear or pancakes, you're out of luck.


simple minds

Holy crap.

How often do I get lost? Answer: NEVER. I am a human GPS. There is a reason Kyle never knows where he's going, well, maybe not, but the point is that he has ME to give him directions.

So today I went to the Aquarium, down in the LBC, a mere 20 minutes away. I've been going there for ages. How the hell did I get lost, not only GOING THERE, but coming home too?

Lately - I think I'm losing my mind. And no Leslie, goddamit, I'm not pregnant, so stop doing your dance of joy. I'm just...losing it.


Thursday, March 03, 2005

what's with these homies, dissing my girl, why do they gotta front?

Between my one fave co-worker and I, we own over 1100 cds.
One thing I miss most about not working, are all the long music conversations we share while drawing our asses off for the MAN...

coworker: "I have a cd for you. It's a dj, in Ibiza, called "Beach Life"..."
Jenn: "You know that dj stuff is not my bag..."
coworker: "That's cause you only listen to 80's..."
Jenn: "HEY!"
coworker: "But this is good, I'm telling you, happy, beachy.."
Jenn: "I've got to be in the mood, man. Last week was all rainy and clouds, so it was Keane all day everyday. I couldn't get enough Keane."
coworker: "Keane is very mellow."
Jenn: "Ah ha, but today, today the sun came out, and it was cool and 65 and I was driving up the coast, and I realized, it's Weezer weather, baby."
coworker: "The blue album?"
Jenn: "Nope, the green. I may go so far as to bust open Maladroit, who knows."
coworker: "I'm telling, you "BEACH LIFE."
Jenn: "No."
coworker: "I'm bringing it for you tomorrow."
Jenn: "I'll be getting my Weeze on."

**NOTE: This blog just hit over 50,000 visitors as of today...

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

ask me, I won't say NO, how could I?

There is a new guy at work. He looks very "goth-y". I knew the minute I saw him, that I'd have to make him mine.
My BEST FRIEND, that is!!

I used to have a goth BF at work, but he left. We'd sit there for hours and talk about DM, Echo and the Bunnymen, Joy Division. Ah, those were good times. Now he's gone and I'm stuck with KCRW fanatics, while, not bad people, they just aren't the same.

So when I spied this boy, I was very excited. He had spiky hair - very "Daniel Ash"-ey and looked like he had some Smiths b-sides in his back pocket.

Things looked good for me and my new BF...until today.
At noon I saw him driving an AUDI. What self respecting goth-boy drives an AUDI? Granted it was black, but...n*gga please. Ugh. Damn sellout. So now it looks like once again, I am on the hunt for a new goth BF. Sad.


We close our eyes, and the world has turned around again

After a long day of drawing urinals (yes this is my job), I hopped into the car just in time to catch the tail end of Flashback Lunch.

Few songs make me jump out of the seat and take my hands off the wheel, but today, Richard Blade (he's back and I love him) played Oingo Boingo's "We Close Our Eyes." Jesus Christ I love that song. I haven't heard it in ages.

It's not your typical "Deadman's Party" i.e. "Hey it's October, let's play that old 80's song" kind of Boingo. It's happy and has lots of sugary lyrics. Just light enough to make you dance in your car but still has that Danny Elfman edge.

Listen to it, "And if you think it's not too late...we might start falling in love."

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

I’m so very sickened, OH, I am so sickened now

Can't talk.
Can type like the wind though.


I'm just Jenny from the block

I give people nicknames. I give everyone I know nicknames.

Truth be told, if you’re reading this, and I know you, you probably have a nickname that I’ve given you, and you don’t even know it. But whenever you call or email me, it’s the first thing that pops into my head, usually followed by exclamation points and lots of glee. Unless I hate you, then your nickname is probably followed by an "eyeroll".

If you wanna know what name I’ve given you, I’ll tell you, but I warn you, they’re not fancy or cheeky, just things I’ve come up with completely out of love. Er...or hate.

Anyway, names are funny things. Most of my life I’ve been Jenn, and then justJENN when I was a dj in college. But for some odd reason, everytime I go to the doctor or somewhere where they ask, :”Name?” I always, always say, “Jennifer.”

There is exactly one person who calls me that and that’s the IT guy at work, don’t ask me why. I figured he set up my account 6 years ago and can’t let it go.

Point is, I went to the doctor today, and as usual, they said, “Name?” and I said, “Jennifer.” Then, when they called me in: “Jennifer? Is there a Jennifer here?” Like an idiot, I looked around like everyone else, wondering who this Jennifer chick was. Duh.

I have to stop doing that.
I have to remember when they ask, “Name?” I should reply:
“Jenn. just JENN. Like Madonnna.”