One More Thought… (because you care)
September 20th, 2006 by Kevin
In the interest of being utterly bored by my totally self-absorbed navel gazing, I have decided that I am COMPLETELY FUCKING SICK of talking about my innards.
COMPLETELY. FUCKING. SICK OF IT.
I declare October to be a month free of Jen Trance Sick Stories, and I heretofore swear that I will not mention anything happening underneath my skin even one single time, unless you count the vile thoughts swimming through my evil, evil little mind.
That, my friends, is a promise.
It’s about time we got down to the shallow shit like sex, drugs, and rock and roll; and of course ridiculous karaoke stories, the embarrassing things I do on a regular basis, and crazy stories about my father.
I’m a bit short on sex these days, the only drugs I have are prescription, but I am all about the rock and roll, damn it; and it’s high time I started having some fun around here, not talking about pacemakers and prescriptions like some doddering eighty-year-old fart.
Harrumph.
I’m shortening all my skirts, too.
So there.
Fuck pacemakers. If I get one, I’m getting a tattoo over it that says “This is me getting turned on” and then I’m going to go drink five shots of tequila.
I am so done being sick, people. It’s been a craptastic summer. Now that they know what’s wrong, it’s time to fix the shit and move right along.
Watch out for me this fall. I am going to be on fi-ah.
Lizzie wrote on 09/20/06 at 8:11 pm :
You could definitely rock a pacemaker. I am trusting you here Jen!
dataslave wrote on 09/20/06 at 11:35 pm :
rock on, baby. the faceless hordes demand short-skirt pictures and transcripts of this past weekend’s conversations!
Anonymous wrote on 09/21/06 at 12:16 am :
it’s been a few years since i’ve read this. i’m glad that you finally figured out what was wrong with your brain/heart. good luck.
Bozoette Mary wrote on 09/21/06 at 10:26 am :
Abso-fucking-lutely!