Thoughts, Nonsense, Neurosis, Boom

Thursday, October 30, 2003

Mama needs some shuuuugah.

I don't know ka-ra-te
But I know cah-ray-zah.

You know, if I actually followed through on every impulse I've had to take out my aggressions on anyone who even mildly annoyed me, there would be a trail of blood and gore behind me everywhere I went. Like the world has never seen, man.

Not that I know...

Monday, October 27, 2003

The Beauty, the Splendor, the Wonder...

I've been listening to the Hair soundtrack like nonstop. I feel all dramatic.
Why can't people just break out in dance and song for no reason?
Life needs a soundtrack.

Saturday, October 25, 2003

Hair and Karaoke

Man, I never post on my blog anymore.
I better stop having a life...

Davey's 2 new favorite movies: Nightmare Before Christmas and *grin* Hair. Damn good taste and only 3 years old. Only obvious which mommy pooped him out. I tried to grow his hair out, but it aint thick enough. I guess he'll have to flow it and show it when he gets a little older.

My new favorite karaoke song: Maggie May. Man, I rock that song. Boo-ya.

Wednesday, October 08, 2003

Pointless one word entry.


Tremblin in my sandals

Change is good. It's a good thing. I need to step out of my comfort zone if I'm ever going to get what I want...
Ok, Jenny, repeat that over and over until you believe it.

Monday, October 06, 2003

Damn this technology.

Why is my computer the moodiest when I am on? No one else seems to have a problem with it...
I am getting the feeling that technology is out to get me.
Or at least just messin with me.

Thursday, October 02, 2003


I am a chip floating in the salsa of life.
I am...a lump in the mashed potatoes called life.
I am the, um....the um...hemmoroid in the uh....
Ok, that's disgusting...

Wednesday, October 01, 2003

The Lack Of Something Happening

I'm sitting on my ass in life like I'm waiting for something so happen. I'm pluggin away at my crappy job getting paid too little and drinking on occasion and I try writing a story and I get a chapter ways through and quit and sit down and wait some more.
Then I write a blog about it. And whine.
I need to be slapped.
So I'm sittin around waiting for someone to slap me. At least that's a goal...