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Random Wednesday

I should make some ginger cookies.


Jalapeno potato chips are a perfectly reasonable 10 a.m. snack.

Honestly. Why am I even here?

That’s not even a turkey leg. Have you people never seen a turkey leg?

I hate it when women decide that they’re speaking for ALL WOMEN EVERYWHERE. I can guarantee you that 99% of the time I don’t actually agree with you, and probably a WHOLE lot of other women don’t either. I’m not with you. I’m not in your camp. I remain over here in my own teepee, permanent skeptic, all about the verify, not so big on the trust. Stop speaking for me.

friends who chamber

Do you even employ proofreaders there? Cos I’m thinking no.

Just because it’s there doesn’t mean you have to touch it.

So basically, it’s just search for shit to bitch at Jen about day. Awesome.

I should have called in with pneumonia for this whole bloody week.

I hate it when the back of the book doesn’t tell you what the bloody book is about. I don’t need to read all the praise heaped upon you. That doesn’t tell me a bloody thing. Just because a pack of random critics read your blather and loved it doesn’t mean I will. And I’m not very likely to read a book without knowing what I’m reading.

Can I just not come here any more? Can someone just give me some millions of dollars so I can not come here any more?

Son Volt was on my radio on my drive in and it was nice.

“A favorite among tastemakers.” Well, that’s enough to turn me off.

And of course the journals are far more concerned with having been duped than with the point the papers’ authors were making. I mean Mein Kampf for fuck’s sake. Here’s a breakdown of the authors’ work. (I haven’t read it yet.)

the doctrine of salvation

The Jennifers are not interchangeable.

“J. Cole does not want to be famous.” Well congratulations, I’ve no idea who the hell you are, so you’ve succeeded.

Maybe it’s just a question of semantics, after all.

I’ve literally asked this woman 4 different times to stop doing this and she just doesn’t give a shit. Absolutely no respect whatsoever.

I probably need

whisper whisper whisper whisper whisper

I think it’s finally boiled down to every man for himself in this place. Now that’s some effective leadership.

Oh hello, really old Snickers bar.

I seriously never would have guessed that that was Christian Bale.

No, I don’t believe all of my rights as a woman are being systematically stripped away since Trump became president, nor do I think they’ll be further stripped by a Kavanaugh confirmation.

Yes, I firmly believe that women who falsely accuse men of sexual assault should be prosecuted to the fullest extent possible.

I’m wordy today.

Could you please take the politics out of knitting? Thanks. That’d be great. You’re not Madame Defarge. As much as you might like to be.

Man, the Brits and all their CCTV. I could never live over there.

Can I just coast along, dya think?

I wish I had some crackers. Maybe there’s some Cheez Its hiding under the counter.

I’ll just check.

There are none. Sadness.

Just focus on the one thing.

I don’t even know what sounds good for dinner. Probably nothing.

Hey. If you don’t want me pointing out that shit is spelled wrong before it goes out to the public, that’s fine by me. But I’m taking that proofreading business out of my job description because I don’t want this to reflect on my skills. Which are mad. Yo.

There’s a lovely British lady playing the voice in my head as I read this chapter. Interesting.

I’m never going to make it to the end.

the branch of metaphysics dealing with the nature of being

It’s just fucking paper towel for fuck’s sake.

I want to see the lighthouse ghost!

I already have plenty of ghosts, I suppose.



  1. red

    i’ve got your cheezits. extra toasty.

  2. Amanda

    but but because she said it it must be true….you hate women!

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