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Great It Was, My Date.

No, I am not going to continue talking like Yoda.
I had a really, really good time. We went to dinner and then to a bar for a drink, and we subsequently discovered that there is nowhere here on the souf’ side with any sort of romantic ambience whatsoever.
Still, the fact that he was looking […]

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I Can’t Stop Talking Like Yoda.

Hung over I am.
A nap I need.
Jaegermeister disturbs the force and will bring us to the dark side.
Mmmmmmm.
Happy Friday you have.
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It’s Three AM…

…and you know what kind of entry that is.
(one that will more than likely be deleted in the morning.)
I hate being all honest and pensive and mushy and shit.
It reeks of girlyness.
Girliness?  No, I think girlyness.
That is probably why I am so awful in relationships.  My utter lack of girli(y)ness.
Or, rather, my tendency to hide […]

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…aaaaaaaand the Results Are In!

I did shitty on the test, but better than I did on the last test.
To put it in layman’s terms:
I got an F on the last test because that doctor was like, such a bitch, and I got totally grounded and my doctor was a total asshole and took away my Blackberry and it totally […]

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They Call Me Yuck Mouth, ‘Cause I Don’t Brush.

If you remember the song that correlates to that title, you’re old like me.
Was that a Schoolhouse Rock, or just a general PSA for kids?
Anyway, I was in church with the J-Man recently and my proud child had just come down from the balcony where had been singing in the choir.
“Hey, that was great,” I […]

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One More Thought… (because you care)

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 […]

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Or, I Could Always Smoke Crack.

So tomorrow morning I go for the second tilt table test, the one that may decide whether or not I get a pacemaker. I’ve been on the highest dosage possible of the speed-like medication that is supposed to prevent me from falling down going boom; and while I think it has helped to some […]

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Also, Because This Deserved Its Own Entry…

I GOT A MOTHERFUCKING BACKPAY CHECK FROM SOCIAL SECURITY.
BOO-YAH.
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Chicago Photoblog - Da Weekend.

‘SUP YEAH, I LOOK FREAKIN’ RAGGEDY
HAD A GOOOOOD TIME, THOUGH.

EVEN THOUGH IT IS IRKING ME TO NO END THAT YOU CAN’T SMOKE ANYWHERE IN THIS GODDAMN CITY ANYMORE

WHAT’S UP WITH THAT

VIEW FROM HOTEL ROOM WAS GAWWWWWWWJUS

NO REALLY,JUST GAWWWWWWWWJUS

WENT TO THE HOUSE OF BLUES

AND ITS SWANKY WINE BAR

AND REMEMBERED THAT I DO NOT LIKE STINKY, […]

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I Swear I’m Not A Hooker, Officer.

The thing about putting on makeup when you’re used to not ever wearing any is that you invariably wind up slopping too much on and then bearing an unfortunately close resemblance to a drag queen.
When you’re six-two in heels, this effect becomes markedly worse.  I look like a white Ru-Paul.
I’m going to go rub this […]

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