Musical eh? Muuuuuusical.

I don’t necessarily agree with the concept of public shaming, but I think that term is misplaced in this instance. I actually find this to be hilarious and kind of awesome. If my children went to school I’d totally do something like this.

I don’t know how you can expect me to help you with your laptop woes if you only tell me about your woes one at a time, all spaced out. It’s unreasonable for you to then be angry about the next woe when you knew it was a problem and said nothing to me about it. You’re really just looking for excuses to be angry at me and issues to hold me responsible for at this point. You’re manufacturing problems because you clearly have a vendetta.

“… [T]he democratic socialist who plans to spend trillions of dollars on redistributive policies that have created misery and poverty around the world lecturing us about economics.” Yep. That sums it up nicely.

damn hell jentober now, or at the theatah? It’s not like I’m changing my clothes.

Wow. I almost feel bad about saying this but she kind of looks like a hooker. Who dresses like that to go to class? Seems like it’s a little late in the day for a walk of shame.

Please. Like I’d link you to Amber Rose.

Ugh. Exam. I hate exams. hate hate hate

Maybe it is dumb. But we’re not fish, so stop calling it a fishbowl.

I hate this feeling in my stomach. This office is such a horrible place to be a jentober type person.

Maybe I’m less like Spock and more like Anya.

I hate candy corn, why did I put that in my mouth??

Ohhhh. I couldn’t figure that one out.

Aw! This made me smile. Oh but this is so good too!

Wow. I just had a very vivid sensory … whatever … of that. Damn.

I say again. D.A.M.N.

Why yes, I would love to come to your offices next week for an interview, thank you so very kindly!

Wow. My head is killing me.

Eddie is my homeboy.

I totally forgot I was supposed to be doing this right now.

In case you were worried about what to get me for Halloween this year. Or. You know. Christmas for you normal people.

I have so much shit in my cube. I should just start mailing people random shit from my cube.

Random Shit from Jentober’s Cube

What? I think it’d be funny.

This migraine is kicking my ass. I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes open.

The leader in YOU!

“And what else do we get from government?”
“Cheese.”

Hello, honey.

Wow. That guy is spectacularly obnoxious.

I don’t know how you expect me to remember that from one week to the next.

Candy-O I need you so Candy Candy Candy I can’t let you go I want candy no costume no candy

change is change is change is change is change is difficult

This is my first Diet Mtn. Dew all day.

I need a personal trainer.

I need to finish this stupid thesis project.

I need my new Docs to get here.

I need to figure out what the hell to wear Tuesday.

I need to dye my hair.

I need stuff. yeah i need it woo hoo

I have absolutely no memory of typing “yeah i need it woo hoo.” I suspect someone typed it when I was in the other room.

Yup. Just as I suspected.

Life is weird.

I need to say goodnight to you.

Goodnight to you.

I couldn’t find a picture for today so you get a damn hell jentober. Sorry.

I had no idea that curds and whey was actually cottage cheese.

Cottage cheese is revolting.

I can’t see a thing. Thanks for distracting me from grabbing my readers, Stormageddon. Argh.

David Cross creeps me out.

I wonder if we still get a free ID replacement once a year. This photo looks nothing like me but I’m not paying 25 bux for a new one if they’re going to charge me.

The Halloween Tree is such a great story.

This ponytail is not due to humidity. It is due to my not washing my damn hair.

I hate washing my hair.

Sheeeeesh. Don’t scare me like that!

I ain’t no Goddamn sonuvabitch.

Bleah. Bleah I tell you. Bleah.

So this reading is all about how the super rich suck, the government is in their pocket, and God help us if we don’t make the union super strong again. Good times.

Nothing tastes good today. It must be my attitude. My terrible terrible attitude. It is tainting everything. EVERYTHING.

Yeah, I don’t even know what this mood is called. But I’m smiling.

smile smile smile i’m so nice it’s scary smile smile

I better stock up on canned pumpkin. What if I want pumpkin bread in January? What? I make really good pumpkin bread. Sometimes I want it in January. Or July. On a Tuesday.

Wow. I can’t believe how much of my day was eaten up by … I don’t even know what.

I was just reminded that I am not at all average and that my life is worth chronicling. That I make people happy. That I have value to people who appreciate my friendship. And that reminder was something that I super extra needed on account of shortly before that I was reminded that literally no one in my office likes me.

I need to decide what Halloweeny thing to wear tomorrow.

Oooooh! I get to shoot things tomorrow! pew pew pew!

I don’t know about that.

it takes an ocean not to break

I guess I’d have to give back that Mac. Oh. Well.

Well hello there beautiful reading glasses! How I’ve missed you so today.

There was that house set back off the interstate. Am I imagining it? The adults always told me it was a haunted house that you could only visit at Halloween, but they wouldn’t take me because I was too young. A big white house with black doors. Maybe I dreamt the whole thing up, but I remember driving by it and just staring at it out the window. I really wanted to go inside.

Ack. An Elmo documentary?!

“You know this Halloween dance is at a church, right?”
“That’s OK I don’t have to take part in their cult activities.”

Dammit! I was hoping to avoid campus on Homecoming Saturday, but now I have to drive right into it. Curses!

I still have no idea what to wear tomorrow.

My eyes are all burny.

I guess sometimes it’s OK for Random to be short. I dunno. I always feel like I’m letting someone down. I’ll try harder next time! I’ll think more things! I’ll be more disjointed and rambly!

Don’t get all Yoda on me. I’m a Star Trek girl.

Peace and long life.

‘The Discover Discovery workshop, “Taking Inventory: Establishing and Utilizing your Discovery Plan”‘ What the hell does that even mean?

My tennis shoes and socks are all askew, as if someone has been wearing them after I leave.

I think people like me are wired differently. I’ve mentioned my hyper awareness and sensitivity to scents and odors. I can totally smell my own house and my own self all the time. Just ask the Mister.

Why do I always want to put an H in discord?

Well. There you go.

I will stand there all day and sell t shirts for you if it gets me out of this office. By golly.

Well. At least you can always turn to FB in your hour of “need.”

I don’t know if this is real or not, but it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve read in ages.

I love Dolly Parton.

Wow, I’ve had a lot of Mental Floss links lately.

What.Ever.

I could use a nap.

I could almost always use a nap, if we’re being honest.

Far too many cute bags in the world. I want this for a purse.

Sorry, but I hated being pregnant too. I have never been more miserable, either time. For people to say “shut up and be grateful” is awful. I am grateful that I have two beautiful children, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. But it doesn’t negate the experience of being sick as hell for 10 months, dislocated ribs, migraines, and on and on. Stop being so freaking judgy.

I hate staff meetings so much. So so much.

Shut. Up. Sign me up right now.

Dammit dammit dammit. I don’t have it yet. Dammit.

Oh please.

I mean sure, SNL sucks, but not because it mocked that buffoon, Bernie Sanders. It sucks because it’s just not funny any more. Hasn’t been for years.

Oh wow. I forgot how funny Whose Line is it Anyway? could be.

I guess I’m gonna have to know where I’m going.

97%? Really?         Really?

What? I wasn’t gonna kill ‘im!

Carly Fiorina might be winning me over. Maybe. Possibly.

I had never even heard the phrase “fisking” before and now I’ve heard it in 3 different contexts in the last 2 days. So weird. But Larry’s responses to this ridiculousness are hi-larious.

You guys. It’s so close. SO CLOSE. Just donate. Just do it. Dooooo eeeeet. And I’ll make that red sweater and I’ll get all Sherilynn Fenn dolled up and post a pic. Probably.

I think this might be a short Random day. Maybe. Possibly.

I like some of these quite a lot.

I’m tired of standing at this counter.

Gosh it’s nice to be able to sit on this here chaise for to do some studyin’.

I wish I had some hot apple cider. And a donut. And a cold and rainy day.

OK. Interwebs are weird. Time to hang it up.

“Yeah, but this guy’s a nice socialist!”

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe I am. Maybe I should officially take that test. Maybe. Possibly.

I added an e to random. How random. I deleted it though, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.

Don’t let the poets lie to you.

Hmmmmm. I think using a portion of the beautifully improvised monologue from Rutger Hauer’s Roy Batty on the Bladerunner rooftop to “fight sexism” in a song named after an abortion pill is lame. I just do. I love Bladerunner. I’d rather it not be associated with your crusade. The song gets quickly boring, when it actually could have been interesting. The costumery is creepy, but doesn’t really convey what you might think it does. I’ve always had issues with Rose McGowan, and this doesn’t make me think any more highly of her. Ugh.

Maybe I’m just embracing my inner Abby Sciuto.

You can’t say “Hey look at all these stars not wearing makeup! Aren’t they gorgeous?” And then post a bunch of pictures of them wearing makeup. Maybe it’s less than they wear on stage, but they’re still wearing makeup. So dumb.

The phrase “on fleek” is just monumentally stupid.

I did not remember this sweater being especially fuzzy.

I think I’m feeling very disagreeable today. I don’t even know why.

What. Man I wish I had oodles of disposable cash.

feel the magic

I may decide not to vote for Rand Paul based on the sheer volume of emails his campaign spams me with daily.

Huh. Mitch Pileggi seems to be aging better than David Duchovny.

I love Google Translate.

I swear to God the disclaimer in that radio ad said something about something being constituted as an act of betrayal.

Ugh. I need to wash my water bottle. It’s tasting musty. Bleah.

I though that said Apathy Library. I wonder what that would be like.

Man I love that sweater. I can’t wait to get my hands on that pattern.

You need to get those fixed, boldface!

Most of the time, I don’t want to watch your video. I want a transcript that I can skim for pertinent information.

“You need a big bell to ring for Jentober’s Great Silence.”

“OMG YES!”

My friends are so rad.

I typed “My friends are so read.” And that is also true.

I don’t know who this person with the unusual name is, but she looks like she got married in her nightgown.

This is so wonderful.

I wish I had some M&Ms. I don’t even know why.

How Wool and the Gang gets away with charging $782 for a basic hand knit sweater is beyond me.

This pen refill cartridge is making a handy MacGuyvered cable needle.

Um. That’s not actually an ironic catch. In fact, it’s neither of those things individually either. Words mean things. You should probably determine what those meanings are before you use them.

My headache is poking my brain with a sharp stick. And I’m hungry.

Hi-larious. Bitch.

“10 Things in Your House That are Making You Tired.” How come none of the things on this list is called “Your Children”?

I guess I don’t have much Random happening today.

Lend your support so I can make that ridiculously cute red sweater. Do it! Dooooo it! Plus also, you love Twin Peaks, and you want to see these knits out in the world.

I was listening to the Rammstein concert from the other room and it just sounded like a dirty Peter Murphy. And then I thought to myself, as I occasionally do, I don’t have enough Peter Murphy in my life. But then I thought that maybe it’s really that I don’t have enough Rammstein in my life. Something to ponder, I suppose.

You guys! My friend Michelle found the Sassy Twin Peaks fashion spread and posted it in her really great write up of the Great Northern Kickstarter. I was so excited. I totally remember that spread. I still want those clothes. That plaid dress by the woodpile? Seriously needs to be mine.

Good night. I love you. Thanks for stopping by.

Bless you, Perry the Platypus!

Seriously. I laughed so hard when Phineas said that I had tears. I don’t even know why.

I wish there was better video of it though.

No one ever talks about men who are victims of domestic violence. Because duh. How can men be abused. People don’t stop to take into consideration that much of the time men will not defend themselves, even when they easily could, out of fear of seriously injuring their female partner, being the one to be arrested for abuse because of the stereotype, or simply because they were raised to believe that hitting women, even in self defense, is something that real men never do.

Reading Twitter rants makes me tired. The unnatural pauses are awkward.

Hey Justin Bieber? Nick Rhodes called. He wants his hair back.

Beautiful!

I perpetually feel as if this chair is trying to tip me out of it.
Which has nothing to do with anything.

“Kinda like a Time Lord, years of acumen but youthful. Lucky you.”

Bernie Sanders is like my political Jimmy Buffet. shudder

Much love and happiness to Neil and Amanda. You know my feelings for AFP are so mixed, but a new life in this world is always something to celebrate.

It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall! It’s fall!

Fall is my very favorite.

For the record, I still totally want these boots.

I love you, pizza.

Justifiance!

HA!

I just really need to go here before I die, OK?

I have never felt so old as when I was sitting in class listening to my classmates discuss politics and art and they started naming all these contemporary musical artists I had never heard of.

I should start a new series: This week on Overheard in the Classroom! Yes, that’s brilliant.

Every

I was interrupted and I  have no idea what I was about to say.

Old Dog! Mentor! Drinking! Yay!

I’d really like that Police song to get out of my head now, thanks.

Wow. A Facebook page by an “artist” who hasn’t posted anything to that Facebook page in actual years is being suggested to me. Her work does not appeal to me in any way.

Seriously. You sound like a pig rooting around, grunting away. Just stop. Stop making that noise. It’s so unbelievably irritating I want to scream.

I want the tiny tiny cupcakes!

Can we have tiny tiny dinosaurs to go with them?

That was deeply unsatisfying.

Yep. I am definitely sick. Thanks so much, Stormageddon.

I hate everything when I’m sick. Probably people should give me a wide berth today.

I can’t remember if I took any Tylenol or not. I remember thinking I should take some Tylenol …

Is she serious? My first thought was “she’s not going to have very many white friends after that.” But then I noticed she’s in Portland and thought “oh no, she’ll probably get more white friends for this utter bullshit.”

That is seriously one of the more absolutely ridiculous and asinine things I have ever seen.

Ohhh! I like several of these. And I very much don’t like several of them.

I think it’s incredibly disheartening when I make the effort of smiling at you in a friendly manner and you just stare at me. I am misanthropic because just about everything about people encourages misanthropy.

I think I just broke Facebook.

We have a piper doon!

That’s a big waffle.

When you feel yucky, the yoga ball chair is not the chair for you.

I’m a little dizzy.

This is very quickly becoming uninteresting.

Lana Del Rey is my spirit animal or something.

I did not even know this word existed: Eleutherophobic.

I related to this a great deal.

Somewhat in the same vein. I really want to read that so I’m leaving it here but I have no attention span right now whatsoever.

No one cares. Stop talking.

prossibly

Truth.

Sometimes I just need to look at Aaron Eckhart for a minute and then I’m OK again.

“The tyrant’s first thought was always for himself.”

I would very much like a nice cup of tea, but it’s too stuffy in here. I think I might need to turn the air conditioning on for a minute.

That is crazy talk.

Bye bye baby baby bye bye.