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Monday
September 30, 2002
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Where have I been?? I think this picture of the pumpkin is a good way
to describe my week last week. I thought I had a bad flu bug and it
turned out to be a serious kidney infection so I was completely out of
commission for the week. Were you sad that there were no updates? Did it
piss you off coming back to the Jen Journal only to see it was still
stuck on September 24th? Haha..Im on the mend now so let the bitching
commence!!! YAY!!!! Since Im back at that exciting place called work and
have more time on my hands than I know what to do with, here is a link
to the Death
Clock Its exactly as fun as it sounds. Enjoy!
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Tuesday
September 24, 2002
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Friday
September 20, 2002
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Finally, its Friday. This week felt entirely too long. I’m going out
of town this weekend so this journal won’t be updated for a few days.
I know, try to hold back the tears. A day without a Jen Bitch Journal
update is like a day without sunshine isn’t it? I’m listening to a
coworker describe all the different car accidents he has seen and been
in. Makes thinking about taking a driving trip later tonight all the
more soothing. Now he is giving driving tips. Ya notice the people who
seem to give all the advice are the worst at the shit they are talking
about? Like driving advice? There is a quote I read the other day that I
just love. It is so fitting for people who talk out their ass. *Don't
talk unless you can improve the silence* See, holding your tongue and
not speaking can be a good thing. I’ve said it before but really, some
people need to just shut up . I realized I haven’t done and real
religion bashing in awhile so here is a site I just found You
Are Going To Hell well, you are.
here is one more site because I am extremely bored right now. Provide
a name to get your friend arrested!
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Thursday
September 19, 2002
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Yep, this is a familiar scene. All the myths dispelled. What you
thought was real, is actually fake. Sigh. Poor kid, god I wonder if that
is real? Hahahaha…I almost feel bad for the him. That sucks. Well,
since I am sooooo bored here at work..Errr..I mean BUSY *cough* I wont
recommend this site Bored
Shitless because you should be working right now too. They
aren’t paying you to look at my journal and surf meaningless websites
ya know? But man if they did, Id be so rich.
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Wednesday
September 18, 2002
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This is
the excitement of a Wednesday. The
Corn Cam
I’m a little annoyed right now actually. Why do people constantly
say “Jen you never talk, you’re so quiet”blah blah blah... And
then when I do start talking, they act like they can’t be bothered? 
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Tuesday
September 17, 2002
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Ever seen an ass that is just ungodly big? I mean BIG? I found myself
pondering today. What in the world would I have to eat to get an ass
THAT big? A playground of children or a village perhaps? Maybe I’m
just on a weird tangent today cuz I’m on 3 hours of sleep and a can of
Dr Pepper but I don’t know. There are some odd looking bodies out
there. God love us all and our unique attributes but holy Hanna… if my
ass starts to look like a house I hope I have some true friends who
would slap whatever junk I’m eating, OUT OF MY HANDS!!!
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Monday
September 16, 2002
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I don’t have a lot to say today. I’m really super tired. I do have
some poetry ramblings to put up though. YaY! I haven’t been writing as
much as I used to. I guess having a non turbulent relationship has
stunted my “poor me, and I hate you” writing style for now. But
that’s ok. I’m sure my heart will be crushed into little pieces in
no time. AGAIN!
Suffocate
me
Smothering me
Partnering my apathy
With the bitter sweet poker face
You see
Paralyzed me
Monopolized me
Made me your tragedy
Polar opposite deity
How do I feel today?
Just another emotion
I don’t want to deal with
Again
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I can’t
Breathe
The shame
Of who to blame
When it all goes the way of wrong
The trophy masterpiece you saw in me
Value assessed by your stupidity
You got what you put in
NOTHING
And in the end
How do I feel today?
Just another emotion
I don’t want to deal with
Again
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I can’t
Breathe
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Sunday
September 15, 2002
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<--You
know this is extreme but who cant relate? I went out with my friends
last night to a party that was enlightening, being that we were the only
white people there in a room full of about 100 black guys watching
boxing. It was weird. We went out to some other clubs afterwards. I had
never been so it was fun to watch how hoochie girls can be and how
completely ape like men are. Not that I needed a night out in LA
to prove this to myself but it was very entertaining. Oh yeah, I have a
new and improved photo of my ex. I thought it was appropriate since I
have the graffiti car to the left here. This is what he looked like when
I knew him...
cute huh? yeah well. this is him now 
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Friday
September 13, 2002
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I’m so sick of flakes. They all need to be put on a deserted island
and left there so they can’t leave. What is that about anyways? Is it
a genetic retardation in some people to just make plans and cancel at
the last minute? Something better came up? Wow, what a way to make the
person you had plans with feel like a complete winner in your life. We
live in such a funny world of people all absorbed with themselves.
Stepping out of their boundaries only if it will do something for them.
What ever happened for doing something nice for others, just because?
PEOPLE SUCK! That’s my feeling today. Oh yeah, here’s some poetry
ramblings too.
What
a way to be
Insecure and waiting
Like a dog begging and kept at bay
I get the scraps of your time at the end of the day
And it’s lonely
In the late hours of the night
I wish I was worth more than 5 minutes
Of conversation and a kiss goodnight
When all I want is your time
Uncompromised
Maybe I’m making too much of this
Or maybe I need a new perspective
Cuz I feel like I’m wasting my time on someone who
Could give a shit
What time it is
Is it too much that someone actually cares in this world about
you
It feels like a big fuck you is all I get as I wait around
And wait around for you
Your time, so precious
But the view from the sidelines
If you were only in my mind
You’d see how waiting around feels
Maybe it’s stupid of me
To give everything
With the conditions I get back in return
All I feel is my stomach turn
And I’m sick from being this way
Sick in my brain
Muting what’s insane
What a way to be
What a way to be
the needed
Instead of the needy
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Thursday
September 12, 2002
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I
got an instant message from that girl who was all into my ex. You may
recognize him from the photo to your left. The horns may be missing now
but trust me, that’s him in true form right there. Some women just
amaze me. Like this girl for example. Awhile back when she and I first
talked and I got the first clue my ex was a cheater, she would ask me
questions about him. Things he would say to her. I told her the truth
and she was shocked he lied to her. So now, it’s just insane to hear
her tell me she spoke to him some more just recently. I mean, she
deserves what she gets from him because she was warned. He on the other
hand deserves a nice butt love session from our local LA holding
facility, but that’s another journal entry for another day. But back
to the subject, Women are dumb. Myself included. I’ll admit I’ve
been an idiot when it comes to love. I think I’ve learned a bit after
this last experience with Satan here but I’m such a sucker. I guess
I’m just hopeful. You gotta take chances in life and get a few bruises
a long the way. What’s the point of living if you don’t put yourself
out there sometimes? I know I will get hurt again but it’s not the
first time or the last. When you find someone to love who loves you back
take a chance, what’s the worst that could happen? Most times you
learn something good or bad. That’s what life is. A learning process.
God, I don’t know what the cook put in the soup today but I’m all
full of Dr.
Phil shit.
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Wednesday
September 11, 2002
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Tuesday
September 10, 2002
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I’m
feeling a bit weird today. My mind has been non stop the whole night.
It’s annoying. Ever have that where your brain just WONT relax? I
don’t know, I guess I feel like 2nd rate and it sucks. I’m a
priority for jack and shit it seems. Meanwhile Im making them a huge
priority. For what? Such a great feeling. Maybe I’m just being stupid
cuz I’m really tired, but my mind was just on overdrive last night. I
make time for others and they make shit for me. I get scraps of their
time. I will never for the life of me understand how I care for people
and always get shit on. ALWAYS!! Just makes me depressed really and feel
like I’m just here on earth to be tortured inside. Feeling a range of
shit emotions over and over. I guess this would be a great day to put
the lyrics to Numb up here. Cuz its how I feel.
Numb
I I I just wanna feel numb
I I I just wanna feel nothing
I I I just wanna be numb
I I I just wanna be nothing
Wanna feel nothing
yeah
Wanna open my mouth and be filled with concrete
Wanna sleeve that’s tamper proof from a heart beat
Wanna be beaten down
So nothing affects my brain
Want cancer for my soul
Leaving no impressions on me
Conscience free
Conscience free
I just wanna feel nothing
Wanna feel nothing
I I I just wanna feel numb
I I I just wanna feel nothing
I I I just wanna be numb
I I I just wanna be nothing
Wanna be nothing
Wanna be nothing
yeah
Such a pretty bed you leave
Legs wide open to deceit
When I feel a little trust and believe
All over again I’m reminded to feel
Feel nothing
Feel nothing
I I I just wanna feel nothing
Wanna feel nothing
just wanna feel nothing
just wanna feel nothing
I I I
just wanna feel
I I I
just wanna feel
I I I
just wanna feel
nothing
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Monday
September 9, 2002
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Not
too much to really say since I was up late last night making cute little
graphics with Photoshop. Sometimes I forget what a complete geek I am. I
remember when I used to spend soooo much time on my computer and now I
really don’t do too much at home since I’m on one all day at work.
This site was fun to make though, even though I have to complain and say
it would be nice to see some hearty updates on the actual Butch Walker
site. What is he up to anyway? I don’t know, the updates are lacking
any oomph, I guess is what I’m saying. What do I want from them you
ask? I don’t know…maybe I’m just tripping. I think Butch should do
one of those chats that he used to do when he was in the Marvelous3. Get
some interaction with the fans that can’t go to his shows because he
isn’t touring in the area yet. Blah blah blah...I think Im just bored
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Sunday
September 8, 2002
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Sunday
Sunday Sunday. As you can see from the comic here, I'm really looking
forward to work Monday.
I had this
weird conversation with my mom today. She seems to think I am not
spending my off time correctly. I love it. When I had nothing to do but
stare at the walls and watch the seconds tick on the clock, I would here
"you need to get out and do more." Now I get out and I do
more. and I hear "you need to really think about how you are
spending your time." As if I am shooting up heroin on a daily basis
or hooking on Sunset. There is no pleasing some people, I guess.
Sometimes I wish hanging up in the middle of a relatives rude
conversation over the phone was just an acceptable practice. See,
for most people, that would get the point across...but for me, well I
would hang up and the person would call back asking if something was
wrong with my phone and then they would continue with their BS.
I'm
too nice. I have so many awful pushover traits. I need some sort of
asshole training course. I can hear it now on one of those late night
commercials for Professional
Career Development Institute.
Wow, I just
realized I really had too much time on my hands tonight but damn I sure
do entertain myself. I love me... sigh...
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Friday
September 6, 2002
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Not
a whole lot to say today. Im feeling a bit off. I think I needed a
little bit more sleep. I just feel all chick like. By that I mean..all
PMS like….yeah…in other words: bitchy for no reason. YAY! Go
hormones GO!
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Thursday
September 5, 2002
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Yeah,
so its Thursday. Im glad this week is short but what a week its been.
Yesterday the company I work for laid (or is it lay’d) off like 18
people. Some were totally in need of a reality check but others well,
it was just shocking. Its weird how they let people go here. There are
no chances for saying goodbyes or anything. Its just POOF..their
offices are cleaned out, the lights are turned off..and that’s that.
It always wierds me out when this happens to one person, but to 18??
DAMN! You spend years waking up and going to work, seeing the same
faces, and they become apart of your life really..a part of your
routine..it just sucks. The ones that are still here just feel like a
bomb went off. Am I making more of this? Probably, but damn. So, lets
see what I can think of to lighten the mood of this entry. I know…ya
ever seen a man with boobs? I mean…BOOBS? There is this guy here who
is a temp who has manboobs. I swear to god I get the giggles when I
see him everyday. He also has the worst scowl on his face…like one
of those Orcs in Lord of the Rings. Yeah, I know Im going to hell for
being all critical of someone else. But whatever..Im sure someone is
tearing me down as I type so screw it.
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Tuesday
September 3, 2002
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Wow,
what a weekend. There’s something about watching my mom try to use
technology that really drives me insane. I don’t know what it is, but
watching her try to use the remote control for the cable is like
watching an old person try to parallel park on a busy street. It’s
painful. I love my mom dearly but its one of those things where I’m
glad to see her come out to visit and I’m really glad to see her
leave. Such a mean little daughter I am huh? I think the older I get the
more I don’t care about doing everything she wants me to do. She is
set in her ways. Why can’t I be? I actually made her sit through a
South Park marathon Saturday which was quite amusing to me. She hated
every minute. Especially the parts that hit home. Being that she is an
ultra Christian Nazi, well most of South Parks sarcasm didn’t set well
with her. I think it was the part about gays being evil and that they
don’t bleed real blood that she related to the most. God love
ignorance huh?
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