Archive for the 'The Fam' Category
My Yard, My Kingdom.
Monday, July 16th, 2007Yesterday we threw the annual J-Man Birthday Bash, with startlingly low attendance. Apparently my relatives were in short supply and most of my friends were overbooked; either that or I suck and everyone hates me.
I kid.
We did have the lovely Lola, my friend Bek, her husband, and their gorgeous baby; and some of my cooler […]
Classic Trance - Smokin’ Dope.
Friday, March 9th, 2007This a repeat from about four-five years ago and was also featured in the chapbook. It was moderately edited since publication for another project. Enjoy.
I scored some weed.
I suppose I should phrase that differently: “Duuuude, I totally scored some weed, maaaaan.”
I have a brain disease. I’ve been told that the whacky […]
Buttsitis.
Thursday, March 8th, 2007Preparing to return home from Green Bay Monday morning, I called my mother from Bullshit’s cell phone and received a particularly crabby response.
I wondered what was going on. Had the J-Man been incorrigible? I doubted that. Was she pissed at me just for not being there? Possibly. I hung up […]
I Went To Green Bay And Got Ebola, and Guns.
Tuesday, March 6th, 2007I wish I could tell you that my Green Bay weekend was a frolicsome and fun time spent drinking, dashing around with friends, and generally behaving like a mad woman, but instead it was spent crapping out my intestines while simultaneously holding a garbage can and barfing up my lungs.
About two minutes from Green Bay, […]
Jen Did Not Overdose On Nog.
Thursday, January 4th, 2007I have been the victim of some cruel and horrible cable internet influenza that wormed its way into my phone line and wreaked havoc, causing my little computer box to become sick and take to its little computer bed for far too long a time.
I have dealt with this in the normal way, by swearing […]
A Sparkle Queen I Am Not.
Monday, December 18th, 2006The 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 […]
I Pity Us Fools.
Saturday, October 7th, 2006Mr. T. is now going to have his own advice show.
Sometimes I’m so proud to be an American I can hardly stand it, aren’t you?
Yeeeeeeah.
My dad stopped by yesterday on the way back from his glass-blowing class.
Increasingly, inexplicably bored with his action-packed life of technological wizardry, slum-lording, and club-hopping; my father has involved himself in […]
Daddy’s Girl.
Tuesday, September 26th, 2006I wake up groggy, on the floor, wedged between the wooden coffee table and the microsuede couch; to the sound of my father’s voice. “Jen. Jen.”
He is across the room and does not come near me. I have noticed that a lot of people seem iffy about touching me since I have […]
I Am Here. I Am Still Here.
Thursday, August 17th, 2006This is sort of depressing (what, Jen, depressing? NO!), so feel free to skip it and read the previous, cute and fluffy, entry (what, we have that right? NO!).
The other night I had a seizure, a pretty bad whomper of a seizure, and as I started to come to I heard the panicky […]
Alas, Herman, I Knew Him Well.
Wednesday, August 16th, 2006My 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 […]
