Yesterday was a rough day. A rough day at the end of a rough week. Emotionally, anyway.
I think it started on Sunday when I had a long heart to heart with my favorite bartender. During this conversation, he pretty much told me that he respects me more than most women and that I [...]
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Yes, I was the girl crying at Jack’s last night
Dumb pointless post
I have tried for an hour to write this deep, heartfelt tribute to my family today and I just don’t have it in me to follow through right now. I know, that’s awful.
Instead, I will entertain you with the stupidest text messages I’ve sent all week. FUN STUFF!
Monday night, at Jack’s, it [...]
New boy
After talking to Flava about the recent developments in my “love” life last week, I waa shocked to hear her say “You always have someone, in some way. There’s always a guy with you.”
No. No there’s not.
“Jen, yes there is…” and then continued to list about 15 people that I’ve talked to in [...]
Drinking
I’ll pretty much do anything when I’m drunk. Most of my friends know this. I’m a Jack’s snob and pretty much throw up in my mouth a little bit when anyone suggests going to another bar. But, buy me enough Jaeger bombs or shots of Firewater and I’m at your mercy, as long as you [...]
On a dead night in the back room…
JT: You know that somewhere, there’s someone whose job it is to read people’s text messages?
Me: Shut up.
JT: Yeah, seriously.
Me: Like for terrorism shit?
JT: I guess. Big Brother is watching.
Me: Fuck… you know, somewhere there’s some FBI agent or something that gets a big smile on his face and calls all his buddies in the [...]
