April 08, 2002 :::
hey all. i have a new blog. why? i don't know. anyway, you too can read the continuing misadventures of me, Jennifer..., at www.blackstuff.blogspot.com. i dare you not to love it.
::: jennifer was trying to be funny/ironic/crabby at 10:18 AM
March 04, 2002 :::
okay, one more thing. last year, around this time, i went on what may or may not have been considered a date, with a great fellow named mike. we went to a bar, had a few drinks, had really good conversation, talked about ALOT of stuff, including bob nanna's weblog... he gave me a totally rad mix cd, one that's been burning a hole in my cd player for a year now, that i don't know if i was supposed to return. it introduced me to Wheat, Ida, and a few other of my now favorite bands. we only went out that once, and i was confused because i never heard from him again, save for the couple of times he patronized the coffee shop i worked at. i never got a phone number from him, which is why i never got in contact with him. if you are this mike, and you read this email me at fairie15@yahoo.com. i'd like to speak to you. i think of you everytime i listen to "the greatest mix cd ever."--Jennifer
::: jennifer was trying to be funny/ironic/crabby at 8:04 PM
February 23, 2002 :::
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::: jennifer was trying to be funny/ironic/crabby at 11:23 PM
it's been almost a month since i have updated. and this will be the last post here. there's absolutely nothing going on with me. quick recap of the past month or so....
my temp agency dropped me. i haven't worked in 3 weeks. i've had no calls about my resume. i realized this evening that i am in a totally shitty relationship and am being taken for granted and ignored, and putting too much energy into it and getting nothing in return. so i ended it. i got totally scammed by the guy i was doing data entry for. apparently the dude moved out of state, owing me and 5 other people $$ for work we did. i'm $12,000 in debt and no way to pay it. can't pay my rent for that matter either. i discovered paxil. or it was forced upon me. or it snuck up on me in my sleep and hopped into my mouth. whatever. i sit at home all day watching the outcome of paternity tests on Maury Povich and Jenny Jones. have i mentioned that i haven't worked in 3 weeks. my temp agency dropped me 'cause i didn't want to work for Viacom anymore. half of my friends are also my now ex-boyfriend's friends, thusly severing half of the population of my friends. i had and interview, but cancelled it. it was in a shitty neighborhood. i'm visiting seattle in 3 weeks, and might stay there. i have nothing going for me in this shit-hole city, so why the fuck not. sorry for the hostility, but i'm like the Morton salt girl. when it rains it pours, and by "pours" i mean, rips the rug right out from under me, thusly making me want to jump off the sears tower and free fall into a black, black abyss, or the granite that surrounds aforementioned tower. okay, the Old Style's talking now. let's stop that, shall we. anyway, i hope all is well with you, whoever still stops by to check this thing out. if you're bored, please email me at fairie15@yahoo.com, especially if you live in chicago, and have the daytimes free. i like to go to coffee. and have all the time in the world to do so. but not at them fancy $1.50 cup o' coffee places. that's too rich for my blood. luv you.
::: jennifer was trying to be funny/ironic/crabby at 11:21 PM
January 30, 2002 :::
fuck man. that's all i have to say. fuck.
::: jennifer was trying to be funny/ironic/crabby at 7:47 PM
BEWARE!!! SAD, SAPPY GIRLY ENTRY!!!!!
ugh. i feel sick to my stomach. everything seems to be going in a downward spiral, and it's so very frustrating. i don't know the status of my boyfriend and
me. once a great relationship, complete with moving in plans, now registers as an "eh" on the relationship barometer. he has distanced if not nearly isolated himself from me. we still spend alot of time together, but it is mostly sleeping. his level of touching, holding hands, even sitting next to me on the couch while watching one of the dozens of movies we have rented over the past 2 weeks (a ploy on his part to not speak to me?), has completely deteriorated. i cannot remember the last time he kissed me. we sleep in the same bed, but it's been nearly a month since we "slept" together. the last time i told him i loved him, i got what seemed to be a pitious smile. as i sit here and type this, my eyes are welling with tears. i haven't heard from him in a day and a half, which is very unlike him, and i'm fearing the worst. actually, i'm fearing what i already know is going to happen, but it's the wait that's killing me. what's the point of him dragging it out? it's the not knowing that's killing me.
also, i am planning on declaring bankruptcy. which is totally not cool, but i owe over $12,000 to various hospitals, credit cards, and institutions of higher learning (i never took out loans, so i owe the school, not the government, so i can include that in my case), and money-wise, all i have is what's in my pocket, which equals roughly $22.73, a gum wrapper and some lint. so. yeah. bankruptcy. sucky. but i'm nopt planning on buying a car, or a house anytime soon, so it's better to do it sooner than later.
i'm at the bottom of the barrel and it's going to be a long struggle up.
In happier news, I am rearching a local community college's Child Development program, and it looks pretty good. I love kids, and the only "fun" job i could ever think of would be working with kids. I want to work in day care, or at a pre-school, and the certificate requires 30-50 credit hours, and if i were to take two night classes a semester, while still working in my soul sucking corporate jobs during the day, i'd be able to start looking for day care jobs in about 2 years. and it's only $150 a class, so that's within my budget. so i have a plan. and this time, i'm going to follow it through. i would not be happy working in an office for the rest of my life. and kids are awesome and fun. i'd rather be spit-up on by a baby then ever have to say "....would you like their voicemail?" ever again.
i don't answer my phone at home. at all. i get so sick of answering the damned things all day, that i just cannot bring myself to do it at home.
SHOWS SHOWS SHOWS!
there are so many great shows coming up.....
dis-plan, us maple, dianogah, 90 day men, clinic, girls vs. boys, le tigre, sam prekop, tortoise.....and on... and on......
well, i feel a bit better that i did when i started this post. and that's good. i'm not too pretty when i'm on the verge of tears. i could never be a dramatic actress, cause i look pretty awful when i cry.
i watched Jesus' Son last night. i enjoyed it. i never understood what the big hoo-ha was about Billy Crudup, but after that movie, understood completely.
i think that i am going to go see "the royal tenenbaums" solo tonight. is going to the movies by yourself lame?
sorry for this disjointed entry. also, if you want to be notified when i update, email me. i'm too lazy to add a notifylist. plus i don't trust them. there's a link to my email up top near the links.
later.
::: jennifer was trying to be funny/ironic/crabby at 1:06 PM
January 02, 2002 :::
good afternoon, my little chickadees. it's 2002. woo. hoo.
::: jennifer was trying to be funny/ironic/crabby at 2:01 PM
December 31, 2001 :::
web access nearly entirely blocked, posting this quick, happy new year. be safe. have a drink for me!!!
::: jennifer was trying to be funny/ironic/crabby at 12:32 PM
December 28, 2001 :::
god, someone please make this day end! i'm having one of those days where i don't like what i'm wearing, i didn't have time to shower this morning, i feel fat, and i want to go home, put on my jammies and lay on the couch. i guess after the 4th i'll be able to do such a thing, as the 4th is my last day here at Prime Group Realty Trust. my temp agency is dead, so i have begun looking into other avenues of income, such as sitting in the jury of a mock trial for $150 a day, or, thanks to information from Mike Saul, getting paid $800 to have your slumber observed for 5 nights. i have my data entry work too, but i really don't feel like doing that. but i will. cause i can't pay rent with m&m's.
::: jennifer was trying to be funny/ironic/crabby at 2:21 PM
end of year list part 3
times someone has stolen my list format: 1
::: jennifer was trying to be funny/ironic/crabby at 8:44 AM
