Trancejen

A Sparkle Queen I Am Not.

The album of the week is Jenny Lewis’s Rabbit Fur Coat. I find myself having a hard time coming up with any words to describe this other than “indie rock/country/folk-type harmonies that will stick in your head in the good way”.
But then I’m no music critic.
It’s highly worth checking out. Just take my […]

Posted in Drunkassery, I Am Stupid, Memories, The Fam | 108 Comments »

From The Vault…

…A little Classic TranceJen, from 2002. Enjoy.
I seem to have quite the embarrasing gas problem.
Not to be gauche, because I know a lady doesn’t discuss bodily emissions or noises; but then very few people have ever accused me of being a lady.
I was making breakfast this morning and emitted a sound that was so […]

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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 Have Shineth My Boogie Shoes.

So this weekend I have friends coming into town, and I am so excited that I could pretty much just pee.
While I am sure that I come across as a very cool, calm, and collected individual who is hip and happening and has no shortage of company and wild, lascivious evenings and friends with whom […]

Posted in Drunkassery, Memories | 60 Comments »

So White, It Ain’t Right.

I have always been white enough to make Christie Brinkley look Puerto Rican.
I am that poor kid you saw running around during the summertime that was either burned an interesting shade of mauve or sporting large gauze bandages to cover up the huge, weeping blisters afforded me by the cruel, cruel sun.
Back in the day […]

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Alas, Herman, I Knew Him Well.

My fear of spiders is well-known and well-documented, but long before I became an incredibly adept swinger of the Swiffer and long before I became tall enough to swat the ceiling with a shoe, I had a tarantula for a pet.
Most people believe that this is nothing short of clinically insane, but I have always […]

Posted in Memories, The Fam | 92 Comments »

The Year is 2000 and I am Tired.

This is about an incident that transpired shortly after the advent of Fuckbrain.
I am so tired, so tired, so motherfuckingtired, why am I so tired? I can’t stand it, this tiredness, it settles over my body like a thick layer of soot that will not wash off. This tired is caffeine-resistant, sleep-resistant. […]

Posted in Fuckbrain, Memories, Neighbors, The J-Man | 61 Comments »

Fourth of July.

I suppose I should warn you that this won’t be a pleasant or a funny read. If you’re in the market for that, go to MySpace, where I am almost always in a good mood.
I never write about things like this. I won’t ever write about it again, that much I can tell […]

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Locked Out - repost.

When we broke in two, I had nowhere to go, no one to talk to, no one with whom I could share the sheer fear that had crawled down my throat and taken hold of my stomach.
You, like so many that had caught my interest before and would later catch my interest again, had an […]

Posted in Dating, Memories | 32 Comments »

Rich Mom Lady - repost.

We’re talking, Michelle and I, about real moms, and where ours went, and whether maybe we are sisters. I don’t think we are because her hair is curly and brown and mine is sort of reddish-blond and straight, and she has light green eyes and mine are dark blue. Sisters are supposed to […]

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