<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:26:06.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLIBBITY</title><subtitle type='html'>"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-8377806676488007454</id><published>2010-09-05T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:37:07.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS is hilarious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6C_HjWr3Nk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6C_HjWr3Nk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-8377806676488007454?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8377806676488007454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=8377806676488007454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8377806676488007454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8377806676488007454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-hilarious.html' title='THIS is hilarious.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-8438985807474389446</id><published>2010-09-05T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:29:02.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>I suck.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep saying I am going to post again, and then I don't do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.  After 13 months of unemployment, I am FINALLY working again, and I like my job, but it concerns me about that almost NONE of my co-workers like working there.  Oh well, it pays the bills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, I am feeling completely stressed out today, and I don't really know why.  It sucks.  Luckily I will have medical insurance again very soon, so if it continues I can do something about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, because it is my blog, and I do what I want, I am going to post some videos.  It's not like anyone reads this shiz anymore anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is one of my absolute favorites, I LOVE Gary Allan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dV6yuFx5T9w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dV6yuFx5T9w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shelby...enough said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bZ-PlZDrATo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bZ-PlZDrATo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RVS!  (absolutely LOVE his voice...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cee_HIet6QI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cee_HIet6QI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERLE!  (heard this song at the bar last week, LOL!  LOVE it!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4w_8j4ie73g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4w_8j4ie73g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-8438985807474389446?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8438985807474389446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=8438985807474389446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8438985807474389446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8438985807474389446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-189776119695509132</id><published>2010-02-28T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:29:38.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new start?</title><content type='html'>DAMNIT!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED to get back into blogging.  I miss it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing new here...sick of winter, but happy it has been a relatively mild one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of Wednesday I will have been unemployed for an entire year.  That.  Is insane.  I never expected that to happen.  But when I think back to where I was a year ago, there is no comparison.  I am so much happier.  That job was a fiasco and a half.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am optimistic that this will be a better year, but 2009 was a pretty great year too.  It is the year my nephew was born.  I could never ever put into words how much I love this boy.  He is the best thing that has ever happened to me.  I need to go see him SOON.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all for now...I need to get off the computer.  But I wonder if I can post every day in March...hmmm, I think I may try that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-189776119695509132?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/189776119695509132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=189776119695509132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/189776119695509132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/189776119695509132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-start.html' title='new start?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-6288914317844960078</id><published>2009-12-06T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:09:48.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not doing so well on the start posting again plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be really good for me to start again, but at the same time I guess I figure no one is reading anymore.  Maybe that doesn't matter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much new.  I have now been unemployed for 9 months.  That is crazy.  I need to find something though.  I need to get out of my apartment and meet some REAL people instead of just freaks on Facebook.  Don't get me wrong, there have been a few good ones too, but they are far outweighed by the FREAKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like where I live, and my cousin and her family are only about ten minutes away, but I need to try and get somewhat of a normal life back.  And health insurance, please.  I think part of my problem is still that I just don't know what I want to do with my life.  And I suspect that my mood will get worse before it gets better because winter is coming.  I HATE WINTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-6288914317844960078?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6288914317844960078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=6288914317844960078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6288914317844960078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6288914317844960078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-3326022873884454280</id><published>2009-10-05T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:05:45.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...Hello?</title><content type='html'>Is this thing on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in awhile.  (Who am I kidding, I am probably talking to myself now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have now been unemployed for 7 months.  That is insane.  I am really looking away from the hotel business because to be honest, I don't want to have to work every holiday, every weekend, etc. not to mention all the overnight shifts.  That last job really left a bad taste in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is not much else new.  I wish there was.  I need to get a job so I can stop finding stuff like THIS on the internet....LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9F-Egb1cy9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9F-Egb1cy9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-3326022873884454280?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3326022873884454280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=3326022873884454280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3326022873884454280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3326022873884454280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/10/umhello.html' title='Um...Hello?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-6127970306235899845</id><published>2009-07-17T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:27:55.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so true</title><content type='html'>WARNING:  Language is, um, bad.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOQQuFsplNQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hOQQuFsplNQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-6127970306235899845?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6127970306235899845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=6127970306235899845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6127970306235899845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6127970306235899845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-so-true.html' title='This is so true'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-5622791858456712272</id><published>2009-07-04T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T05:52:37.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLACKER</title><content type='html'>No news.  Still unemployed.  Haven't had internet for the last week and it is driving me crazy!  Hopefully that will be remedied next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, since I am lame, I thought I would do a survey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDY3MTE2OTcyMzImcHQ9MTI*NjcxMTcwMTI*OCZwPTg5MjExJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTc3MzQ5NmZhY2E3MjRkMjY4MTRjMTAxNGNhM2M3ZjA5.gif" /&gt;&lt;!START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="font-size:12px;font-family:Arial;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align:center;background-color:#bc007b;color:#fff;font-size:12px;font-family:Arial;font-weight:bold;border-top:3px solid #f000ba;border-bottom:5px solid #f000ba;padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S30967/LONGGG_SURVEY.html" title="LONGGG SURVEY!" style="color:#fff;"&gt;LONGGG SURVEY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/~DAYDREAMER05" title="DAYDREAMER05's Profile" style="color:#fff;"&gt;DAYDREAMER05&lt;/a&gt; and taken 80489 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink Free Fun Surveys" style="color:#fff;"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;time started:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; 8:32 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Jennifer &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;nickname(s):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Jen, Jenny, goon, etc... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; April 28 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;where were you born:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Saranac Lake &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;do you still live there:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; No &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;zodiac sign:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Taurus &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; 5'11 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;hair color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;do you like it:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; I wish I didn't have to color it so much, but yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;what does it look like:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; long...prob too long &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;eye color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; blue &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;do you like it:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;contacts or glasses:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; glasses, occasionally &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;shoe size:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; 8.5 or 9 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;grade:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; n/a &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;GPA:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; n/a &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;siblings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; 1 sister &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; 2 in each ear &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #f000ba;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;favorite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Red &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;scent:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; idk.....good smelling dude neck, lol &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;show:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;candy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; depends on my mood, Reese's PBC are always good &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;gum:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; probably Orbit peppermint &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;drink:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Smirnoff Ice &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;food:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; varies &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;pizza topping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Bacon &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;book:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; love the Harry Potter books &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;fruit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Pineapple &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;vegetable:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Corn on the cob is pretty damn good, or cukes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;time of day:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; don't really have a favorite &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;month:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; probably a summer month &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;day of the week:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; whatever &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;season:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; summer &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;magazine:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Real Simple, or the now defunct Domino &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;font:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; whatever &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;shampoo:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; varies &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Jack for a boy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;number:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; don't have a fave &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;phrase:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Dude.  (heh, idk...) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;store:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; depends on what I need &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;accessory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; purses...or jewelry &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;channel:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; don't have cable at the moment &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;weekend activity:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; whatever &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;house color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;animal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Chocolate Lab &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;board game:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;story from childhood:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #f000ba;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;have you ever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;been on a plane:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;been on a train:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;been on a bus:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;been in a taxi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;been in a car accident:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;burned something:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;went out of the country:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; to Canada.... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;broken the law:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;lost something valuable:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;met a celebrity:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; i don't think so... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;cried in public:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;had a cavity:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;shopped at abercrombie and fitch:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;prank called anyone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;faked sick:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;fallen from a tree:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;climbed a tree:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;slept outside:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; no? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;broken a bone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; just a toe &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;choked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;passed out:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;been to disney world:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;made a model volcano:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #f000ba;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the last&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;phone call:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; my friend Mike &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;thing bought:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; gas &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;thing said:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;time you cried:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;thing you ate:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Chicken Caesar salad &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;shoes you wore:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; sandals &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #f000ba;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;future&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;occupation:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; who knows &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;place to live:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;kids:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;car:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; idk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;what are you doing tomorrow:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; going home, other than that no plans &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #f000ba;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;best friend:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Jocelyn &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;loudest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;silliest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;craziest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;calmest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;nicest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;meanest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;the one you have but don't want:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; none, if I don't want, why would I waste my time? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;smartest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;most hyper:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;weirdest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #f000ba;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pick one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;pepsi-coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Pepsi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;sprite-7-up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Sprite &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;gold-silver:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; i like both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;vanilla-chocolate:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; depends on what it is &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;flowers-candy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; flowers &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;book-magazine:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;tv-rdio:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;half empty-half full:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; depends on the day &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;crayons-markers:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; markers &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;sun-moon:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;hot-cold:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; depends... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;dog-cat:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; dog &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;jeans-shorts:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; jeans &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;waffles-pancakes:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; i like both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;florida-cali:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; california &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #f000ba;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;first thing that comes to mind when you hear...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;yellow:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; snow....don't eat it!  LOL &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;lipstick:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; why do old ladies always wear fluorescent pink? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;school:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; ehhhhhh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;slippers:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; don't usually wear them &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;lawn mower:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; never used one &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;iceland:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; cold &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;greenland:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; green &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;harry potter:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; LOVE &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;rooster:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; cock....LOL, I am obv 6 years old &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;bill clinton:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; ughhhhhhhhhhhhh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;whipped cream:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; yes please  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;mattress:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; prob need a new one &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;lollypop:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; hate that app on FB &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; is nonsense &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;panties:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; put them on &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #f000ba;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;are you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;annoying:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; can be &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;loud:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; can be &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;quiet:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; can be &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;random:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; oh yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;perky:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; rarely &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;happy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;sad:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;crazy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;smart:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; i hope so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;calm:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;what time is it!:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; 8:48 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align:center;background-color:#bc007b;color:#fff;font-size:12px;font-family:Arial;font-weight:bold;border-top:4px solid #f000ba;border-bottom:3px solid #f000ba;padding: 5px;font-size:11px;"&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink" style="color:#fff;"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S30967/LONGGG_SURVEY.html" title="LONGGG SURVEY!" style="color:#fff;"&gt;Take This Survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys/search.php" title="Search Surveys" style="color:#fff;"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys/create.php" title="Create a Survey" style="color:#fff;"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bzoink.com/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;!END BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-5622791858456712272?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5622791858456712272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=5622791858456712272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5622791858456712272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5622791858456712272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/07/slacker.html' title='SLACKER'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-6764138698801860235</id><published>2009-06-08T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:09:36.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston, I have a problem.</title><content type='html'>My name is Jenny and I am a Mafia Wars addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, and if I am not careful I am going to get kicked off of Facebook for too much activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am still unemployed.  How did you guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-6764138698801860235?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6764138698801860235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=6764138698801860235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6764138698801860235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6764138698801860235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/06/houston-i-have-problem.html' title='Houston, I have a problem.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-8204386631906700614</id><published>2009-05-26T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:20:31.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.  5.26.09</title><content type='html'>Today was a very good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister had her first baby at 4:15 this morning.  He is the first grandchild for all 4 grandparents, so it is very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 31 years old, and when I was younger I always expected that I would have children by now.  Then as I got older, I wasn't sure I was the parent type and people have always said "It is different when it is your own."  I am still not sure that I will ever have my own, but believe me, I get it now.  I cannot put into words how much I love this little person.  I am so proud of my sister and her husband.  Her husband is proof that there are still a few good ones left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just left the hospital and I can't wait to go back to see him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today is my Mom's birthday, and oddly enough his due date is (was) my dad's birthday, June 5th.  I am pretty sure that this is the best birthday present either of them have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Little Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-8204386631906700614?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8204386631906700614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=8204386631906700614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8204386631906700614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8204386631906700614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-52609.html' title='Today.  5.26.09'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-1867876263566921792</id><published>2009-05-24T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:03:34.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So. Yeah,</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posting, but I am still unemployed and don't get out much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, it is what it is.  To be honest, I haven't minded it.  I am weird that way.  There are just no decent jobs to be had, plus we are still waiting for my sister's baby, and I want to be able to get away to see him when he arrives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has one brother, who has two sons, and both of their significant others are expecting as well.  I told my mom today that I will not be making it 4 for 4.  I guess I am the black sheep.  My mother is one of 9, and my black-sheepishness, while still evident, is not as obvious.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one post I am trying to write, but maybe my brain is not challenged enough with this lack of working/having no real day to day responsibilities, blah blah fuckity blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I really have the urge to delete myspace, facebook, and this blog but I know I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no news here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been entertaining myself on You Tube though.  Lots of people share my sentiment that Twilight fucking sucks and is an insult to literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is another useless post for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-1867876263566921792?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1867876263566921792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=1867876263566921792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1867876263566921792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1867876263566921792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-yeah.html' title='So. Yeah,'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-4746271363998211342</id><published>2009-05-20T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:52:19.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heh heh heh</title><content type='html'>OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING HATE TWILIGHT.  I do not hide the fact that I loathe and despise this trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motivatedphotos.com/?id=8109"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://yarp.motivatedphotos.com/uploads/2009/1/7/633669467621077793-TwilightSeries-t2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my hatred knows no bounds.  I have lots of friends and even a sister who do like it, but they will never change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I LOVE this video.  It is un-PC, so don't say I didn't warn you.  It seriously cracked me up, but I have been feeling kind of mean today.  Besides, she started it.  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/feCMFdoRw44&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/feCMFdoRw44&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-4746271363998211342?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4746271363998211342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=4746271363998211342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4746271363998211342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4746271363998211342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/05/heh-heh-heh.html' title='heh heh heh'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-7872761998839725765</id><published>2009-05-10T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:53:36.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SgeSuargOPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eltYSXc09N8/s1600-h/youngjenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SgeSuargOPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eltYSXc09N8/s320/youngjenny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334393609777068274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these pics awhile ago and I love them.  (Edit:  I had to add the one at the top.....because it was taken at the same beach, probably 20 years before!)  These are all taken at a beach near where I grew up.  One of them (the trees and beach one) was on the Adirondack Life magazine website for quite a while, but I can't find it anymore because their redesign kind of stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I keep thinking I need to get my camera out and I haven't done it, so I thought I would at least post these.  Maybe it will motivate me!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SgdQNI6RJrI/AAAAAAAAADw/7VxRDkqKb6Q/s1600-h/lakeclear5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SgdQNI6RJrI/AAAAAAAAADw/7VxRDkqKb6Q/s320/lakeclear5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334320470304040626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SgdQM1bBy_I/AAAAAAAAADo/l6gY2s7VU1U/s1600-h/lakeclear4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SgdQM1bBy_I/AAAAAAAAADo/l6gY2s7VU1U/s320/lakeclear4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334320465072737266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SgdQMiFv1oI/AAAAAAAAADY/Gl5nWl14Qfw/s1600-h/lakeclear2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SgdQMiFv1oI/AAAAAAAAADY/Gl5nWl14Qfw/s320/lakeclear2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334320459883206274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SgdQMq4ajII/AAAAAAAAADQ/YY54pSU5Fv0/s1600-h/lakeclear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SgdQMq4ajII/AAAAAAAAADQ/YY54pSU5Fv0/s320/lakeclear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334320462243204226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-7872761998839725765?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7872761998839725765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=7872761998839725765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7872761998839725765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7872761998839725765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/05/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SgeSuargOPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eltYSXc09N8/s72-c/youngjenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-8697888507898657342</id><published>2009-05-09T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:34:02.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHACKJOB!</title><content type='html'>Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this shiz out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16330862403978274454"&gt;Um, Okay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this woman realizes that it is not necessary to create a new blog each time you want to create a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  OK, so apparently this is old, but still.....WTF?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-8697888507898657342?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8697888507898657342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=8697888507898657342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8697888507898657342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8697888507898657342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/05/whackjob.html' title='WHACKJOB!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-2717296403970757584</id><published>2009-05-08T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:54:29.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgruntled</title><content type='html'>UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in SUCH a bitchy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate my former employer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAAATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will most likely be details lately, because, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.  I HATE FEELING THIS WAY.  Things are better now, why do I care?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-2717296403970757584?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2717296403970757584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=2717296403970757584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/2717296403970757584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/2717296403970757584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/05/disgruntled.html' title='Disgruntled'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-3273065382981095202</id><published>2009-05-06T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:21:53.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert clever title here.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in my new apartment for a week tomorrow.  And I?  LOVE this place.  Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 40 apartments in this building (I only know that because I had to ask for tenant insurance purposes) and I NEVER hear anyone.  It is crazy.  I rarely see anyone either.  I went downstairs a little while ago to check the mail and to actually get outside for a few minutes, and other than  a few people outside I saw no one.  Which is kind of nice, especially because I saw this weird black dude freaking the fuck out the day I moved in.  It was very weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have lots to unpack because I have been a fucking SLACKER.  Big time.  I had this paper to write for one of my classes and I didn't want to do it, so I procrastinated like a mofo, and because I knew I had to write this paper, I didn't do shit around my apartment.  That makes sense, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I seriously love it.  The kitchen is all brand new, with a new REAL stove, none of those teeny apartment size bastards, and a fan, YAY for my apartment not smelling like meat everytime I cook!  Plus it has a dishwasher, which seems crazy, but awesome too.  AND three closets.  THREE.  I am in heaven.  Especially because none of them reek like cat piss.  And WINDOWS.  (Basement apartments kind of suck, unless you are a vampire, but I don't want to talk about vampires because of that stupid bitch Stephenie Meyer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND a real shower.  I am 6 feet tall, and it is impossible to properly shave legs in a stall shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I dig this apartment mucho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me again when winter hits.  Then I may miss the non-winters of Long Island, but I think the pros outweigh the cons big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I do have to bitch about one thing.  POLLEN.  I have had a headache pretty much daily since I moved in.  UGH.  I can not get rid of it.  So, that sucks, but hopefully the rain we are expecting this weekend will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am still unemployed, but to be honest I haven't really been looking to hard.  I guess I should get on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.  Kind of boring, but at least I am posting something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-3273065382981095202?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3273065382981095202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=3273065382981095202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3273065382981095202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3273065382981095202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/05/insert-clever-title-here.html' title='Insert clever title here.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-7150905778098273349</id><published>2009-05-03T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:13:38.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fl1bb1ty</title><content type='html'>Hey dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this thing on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer a Long Islander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved on April 30th.  Bid Long Island fucking adieu.  I am very happy to put that whole situation behind me.  Moving sucked a whole lot less this time.  My parents kick ass though.  Seriously, I could NOT have done it without them, they are the best.  So, now I am about 3 1/2 hours away from where I grew up, instead of 7.  (My parents and my sister and her husband still live there.)  This came at a very good time because my sister is due to have her first baby on June 5th, which is also my Dad's birthday.  YAY.  When I was still working, blahfuckityblah, that was one thing I was worried about.  I want my nephew to KNOW me, not just see me very occasionally.  So this is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my new apartment is awesome, so I am very excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just wanted to give a quick update.  I won't wait a month to post again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.  I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-7150905778098273349?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7150905778098273349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=7150905778098273349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7150905778098273349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7150905778098273349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/05/fl1bb1ty.html' title='Fl1bb1ty'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-3881498717876630744</id><published>2009-04-04T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:40:47.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Record</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being laid off really doesn't provide much in the way of blog material!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in Pennsylvania for the last week visiting my bestest friend, which has been great.  I fucking miss her and wish we lived closer to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to Long Island tomorrow to start the packing process.  UGH, I am so not good at that, in fact I SUCK at moving.  What a process.  So, that also means that I have to figure out WHERE I should go.  I have decided that I really do NOT want to move back to where I grew up.  It is an awesome place to visit, but the area is really pretty depressed, and besides, there is way too much of that small town mentality.  That was one thing I loved about Long Island...anonymity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think I want to work in hotels anymore.  I have done that for 11 years and think I have had enough, plus I am really not into management, especially at the assistant level.  Or maybe I should say at the assistant level with a slacker manager.  But I don't need to bitch about my job anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am considering is going back to college for a bachelor's degree in another field.  My mom is very nervous about me having more school loans, but I don't really know what other options I have.  Hotels are NOT hiring right now.  To be honest, I was so happy to be done with school, but I also feel like I should take this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may edit this later, but strawberry daiquiris are calling my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-3881498717876630744?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3881498717876630744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=3881498717876630744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3881498717876630744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3881498717876630744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken-record.html' title='Broken Record'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-1374343310100040507</id><published>2009-03-23T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:39:42.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really an update</title><content type='html'>Hey yos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much new on the job/moving front.  Basically, I still have no job, and therefore I am still moving.  I definitely think change is good, but I am a bit nervous about moving back to where my parents live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously being closer to my sister when she has her baby will be awesome, and closer to my parents, etc.  but there is just nothing there.  Seriously, they have no department stores and their grocery stores SUCK.  Not that it is all about shopping, duh, but believe me, I have been spoiled here.  I like options.  And then there is the whole small town, everyone thinks they know everything about everyone else mentality.  Oh well, I think things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry if I keep repeating myself, but these are the things that are on my mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my sleep schedule is totally screwed up.  It is not uncommon for me to stay up until 7 am and then sleep all day!  I should probably work on that, or  I might turn into a vampire or some shit.  Wait, NO. That bitch Stephenie Meyer ruined Vampires.  TWILIGHT SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you seen the news about the &lt;a href="http://www.kvue.com/news/top/stories/032009kvue_service_animals-cb.549ea0f6.html"&gt;Seeing Eye HORSE&lt;/a&gt;?  WTF, and um, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is legally blind and rides the horse 6 miles to a Target in Fort Worth.  Is it just me or is there a LOT wrong with this?  First, the horse was abused, and I am sure that she is training it  A LOT.  But Hello?  A horse could seriously hurt someone, and what if it got spooked?  What if someone else freaked out?  Think about it, you are casually walking around Target and you come around the corner and see A HORSE.  Plus, lets face it, people are assholes and will probably try and fuck with it in some way.  I am sorry, but I think this is just crazy.  AND if they allow horses, what's next, a fucking HUGE snake?  UGH.  I would lose my shit in that case.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that is all the news that is fit to print at this juncture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-1374343310100040507?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1374343310100040507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=1374343310100040507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1374343310100040507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1374343310100040507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-really-update.html' title='Not really an update'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-8414892586061629607</id><published>2009-03-16T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:30:47.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So......</title><content type='html'>Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted much lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still unemployed, so I guess there isn't much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick last week...had this cold mess and really just felt like shiz all week and didn't do much.  I finally feel better, just wish I could get rid of this last bit of congestion...so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not much as far as job prospects go, which sucks because I do NOT want to move, but at this point, I am thinking that may be inevitable.  Ugh.  I am not just looking for jobs around here either, but there is just nothing.  It really kind of sucks.  I am not looking forward to moving, it is always such a huge undertaking.  UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess I am not too exciting.  That is where things are at right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed that something will work out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-8414892586061629607?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8414892586061629607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=8414892586061629607&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8414892586061629607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8414892586061629607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/03/so.html' title='So......'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-7632199747688652741</id><published>2009-03-06T19:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:08:15.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook rant</title><content type='html'>OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my friend changed her status to "Watching the South Park movie" or something close to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we started posting quotes back and forth.  UNcle Fuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of her friends got all fucking bent because apparently "kids read her facebook".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM, BLOW ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, give me a fucking break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like kids never swear or say dirty words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say anything there, so I figured I would rant here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-7632199747688652741?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7632199747688652741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=7632199747688652741&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7632199747688652741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7632199747688652741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-rant.html' title='facebook rant'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-1288017142541111707</id><published>2009-03-06T05:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:42:41.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with it.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job situation.  I am over it, basically.  That job was a clusterfuck from day one.  It was shocking, of course, but the more I think about it, I realize that this is going to be a good thing.  Okay, I hope it will.  I don't seem to have the best luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.  Moving is stressing me out.  I hate moving, and was hoping to not have to do it for awhile!  But it is what it is, and I have 3 weeks to get it done.  Of course, I don't have anywhere to move TO, but whatever.  Hopefully something will work out.  There is just no possible way I can afford to stay on Long Island.  It was too expensive WITH a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, long day today.  It will take me about 7 hours to get back there.  That is way too much time to think about shit.  Guess I gotta face it though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-1288017142541111707?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1288017142541111707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=1288017142541111707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1288017142541111707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1288017142541111707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/03/dealing-with-it.html' title='Dealing with it.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-4069383760260742283</id><published>2009-03-03T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:19:29.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployed.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had good intentions as far as posting, went and saw Coraline, LOVED IT, job still sucked, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I got laid off.  And the part that stresses me out the most?  I have to move, because I can't afford my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my new motto is gonna be SIMPLIFY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because moving sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am getting rid of shit.  All of it.....fucking get it out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that job sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-4069383760260742283?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4069383760260742283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=4069383760260742283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4069383760260742283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4069383760260742283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/03/unemployed.html' title='Unemployed.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-755848049338876931</id><published>2009-02-18T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:50:32.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>1.  I am not really into "He's Just Not That Into You".  In fact, it was pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I can't understand WHY anyone would bring kids to that movie.  WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I still need to go see Coraline, goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love CSI NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My job is still a clusterfuck, but that will hopefully change very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I will leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATE NIGHT EDIT:  Paula Abdul is on Leno.  THAT WOMAN IS NUCKING FUTS.  SRSLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-755848049338876931?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/755848049338876931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=755848049338876931&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/755848049338876931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/755848049338876931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-6857884964927940787</id><published>2009-02-14T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:16:41.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/fuck%20valentine" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk4/love-is-lethal/My%20uploads/big26967881.jpg" border="0" alt="Fuck Valentine's day Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-6857884964927940787?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6857884964927940787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=6857884964927940787&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6857884964927940787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6857884964927940787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/02/vd.html' title='VD'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk4/love-is-lethal/My%20uploads/th_big26967881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-2291377517899355522</id><published>2009-02-13T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:02:16.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordle.net</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/540419/flib" title="Wordle: flib"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/540419/flib" alt="Wordle: flib" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-2291377517899355522?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2291377517899355522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=2291377517899355522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/2291377517899355522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/2291377517899355522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/02/wordlenet.html' title='Wordle.net'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-3441592064079728290</id><published>2009-02-10T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:12:05.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's too much confusion going round through my head....</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that there may finally be a light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, things have been so fucked up lately...it has really been getting to me.  I am still working that overnight shift one night a week, which by itself is no big deal, because I am a night owl.  But add all the other nonsense, and it has not been a good thing.  Sunday night I was awake until 7 am, and then last night until 4.  Part of it is because working that shift, but it is also because I can't seem to shut my brain off and go to sleep.  I have been so conflicted trying to figure out the right way to deal with a situation without making things worse.  But then tonight, I have a glimmer of hope that things may work themselves out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am going to Pennsylvania in March to visit one of my best friends, or as I like to call it "Drink Shiraz like a spaz, with a spaz!"  I love her so much, and miss her like crazy.  She and I went to high school together, but weren't really friends until we worked together at a hotel.  Then we went through a LOT of shit together, and I miss her like crazy.  I can't wait.  I need to get the eff out of here for a few days.  She was up all night the other night while I was working the audit shift, which was awesome because we talked online until 5 am, and we realized, as frustrating as that job could be, life was A LOT easier then.  Not that I want to still be there, though.  With the partying all the time and the STUPID relationships.  Gawd.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't really know what my point is here, other than I am feeling optimistic for the first time in ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-3441592064079728290?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3441592064079728290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=3441592064079728290&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3441592064079728290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3441592064079728290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-too-much-confusion-going-round.html' title='There&apos;s too much confusion going round through my head....'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-3369222618583694514</id><published>2009-02-05T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:22:21.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LEGO NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SYqhfSyNnvI/AAAAAAAAACg/LoSHxKEn-7Q/s1600-h/ilegony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SYqhfSyNnvI/AAAAAAAAACg/LoSHxKEn-7Q/s320/ilegony.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299225470545272562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should really check &lt;a href="http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/02/02/i-lego-ny/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck are you waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-3369222618583694514?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3369222618583694514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=3369222618583694514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3369222618583694514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3369222618583694514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-lego-ny.html' title='I LEGO NY'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/SYqhfSyNnvI/AAAAAAAAACg/LoSHxKEn-7Q/s72-c/ilegony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-6154117411539550694</id><published>2009-02-04T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:22:08.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch this....</title><content type='html'>Once again, I have started a post that will end up in drafts for now, because I just can't figure out how to get my thoughts out.  I hate that, and am not sure why that happens.  Probably because I am just frustrated in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime,....I found this in drafts, and well, I love it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite videos EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad how amused I am by this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top" width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vcleft.gif" width="5" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="390" height="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vctop.gif" width="390" height="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td rowspan="3" valign="top" width="5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vcright.gif" width="5" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" height="273"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.spikedhumor.com/player/vcplayer.swf?file=http://www.spikedhumor.com/videocodes/9876/data.xml&amp;amp;auto_play=false" quality="high" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="100%" align="middle" height="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" height="22"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spikedhumor.com/articles/9876/Brian-Fellow-Matt-Damon.html" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.spikedhumor.com/images/vcbot.gif" width="390" border="0" height="22" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-6154117411539550694?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6154117411539550694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=6154117411539550694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6154117411539550694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6154117411539550694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/02/watch-this.html' title='Watch this....'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-3540246713836507043</id><published>2009-02-03T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:50:04.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I love Stephen King.</title><content type='html'>And I know I fucking HATE Twilight and all the mania that goes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is it wrong that I love &lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/news/stephen-king-on-twilight-author-stephenie-meyer-can-t-write-worth-a-darn/18406?nc"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LOS ANGELES, Calif. -- Stephen King's opinion may drive a stake through the heart of "Twilight" author, Stephenie Meyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In an interview with USA Weekend, the bestselling author compared Meyer with J.K. Rowling , the author of the Harry Potter series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;While Stephen may not be a fan of Stephenie's writing, he understands the appeal of the series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"People are attracted by the stories, by the pace and in the case of Stephenie Meyer, it's very clear that she's writing to a whole generation of girls and opening up kind of a safe joining of love and sex in those books. It's exciting and it's thrilling and it's not particularly threatening because it's not overtly sexual."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He further explains, "A lot of the physical side of it is conveyed in things like the vampire will touch her forearm or run a hand over skin, and she just flushes all hot and cold. And for girls, that's a shorthand for all the feelings that they're not ready to deal with yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/twilight%20sucks" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q149/thmistsofavalon/twilightsucksicon4.jpg" border="0" alt="twilight sucks Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-3540246713836507043?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3540246713836507043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=3540246713836507043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3540246713836507043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3540246713836507043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-i-love-stephen-king.html' title='I think I love Stephen King.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-4232817663466944501</id><published>2009-01-27T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:51:41.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up calls, or more shit I just don't understand.</title><content type='html'>OK,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a guest last night who didn't get his wake-up call.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He freaked out, saying he had an important business meeting, blah fuckity blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please understand, we fucked up.  I get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE FUCK DO PEOPLE DEPEND ON WAKE UP CALLS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I am NOT a morning person.  BUT, my brain is so fantastical that if I have something going on early in the morning, 9 times out of 10 I wake up before the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, hotel rooms also have alarm clocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, this is 2009.  You probably have a cell phone and it probably has an alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it.  Please understand, I am not saying that the hotel isn't at fault.  The alarm should have been set.  But what about power outages?  What about equipment failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people, it is time to take some responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-4232817663466944501?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4232817663466944501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=4232817663466944501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4232817663466944501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4232817663466944501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/01/wake-up-calls-or-more-shit-i-just-dont.html' title='Wake up calls, or more shit I just don&apos;t understand.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-5010127896790700250</id><published>2009-01-26T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:49:57.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baackkkk</title><content type='html'>Didn't I just post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.  I was extra bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am at work right now, still frustrated, and reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including &lt;a href="http://rachaelpachel.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rachaelpachel.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  who tagged everyone who read her blog.  So, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to email or blog 26 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. If I tagged you (and if you are reading this consider yourself tagged) it's because I want to know more about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am single and FINE WITH IT.  I would rather be single than in a shitty relationship.  Sadly, from what I have seen I don't think that is common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  If I ever do meet someone I want to marry, I do not want a big wedding, or maybe any at all.  I think it is completely ridiculous to spend that kind of money on a wedding, and can think of much better ways to spend that kind of dough.From what I have seen, this too is uncommon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have some weird eating habits.  For example, i really like bagels with cream cheese and salami.  Don't eat them that often, but love them.  My employees think I am nuts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I do not like fresh tomatoes, but I do like ketchup, tomato soup, tomato sauce,  V8, etc.  I am very picky about pasta sauce though....I like PLAIN.  Don't put a lot of stuff in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  When my sister and I were younger we used to put ranch dressing on cottage cheese.  I still really like this, even though I don't eat it too often.  I have only seen one other person do this,  but he didn't use ranch....I can't remember what kind it was, french maybe?  What is the orangish creamy one?  (Ick that sounds nasty, lol).  That man was one of my favorite people ever, and I miss him terribly.  (He died suddenly a few years ago.)  My sister and I also used to put ketchup on chicken...I don't do that anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I don't like vegetables very much.  Mushrooms, beans, peas, cauliflower, broccoli, all that shiz is grossss.  And don't put mushrooms or onions on pizza, even if you pick those off, the flavor is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  When I was a kid I loved Anne Murray.  I listened to one of her records every night when I went to bed.  I can remember calling my mom to come "flip the record over".  I still know the words to most of her songs.  It is weird how that happens.  After her, i got into Reba and George Strait, and still love them both immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I don't only listen to country though.  I saw the Rolling Stones and David Bowie live, and someday want to see Clapton, because DUH.  He is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I also love Willie Nelson.  STFU if you think that makes me lame.  I saw him, Merle Haggard, and Ray Price in 2007 and LOVED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I don't get it when people need everyone they have ever met in their lives in the delivery room with them.  Or their father.  Or their father-in-law.  Hey, whatever floats your boat, but NO.  Then again, this may not ever be an issue because I am not sure I want kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I am obsessed with the lyrics to songs and who wrote them.  I don't really know how to explain this one further, but it is for this reason that I love Rodney Crowell and Phil Vassar.  Plus, my friend met Phil Vassar and said he smelled awesome.  GRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  I love a good smelling dude neck.  And uniforms (think law enforcement, not Burger King) and suits.  Swoooooooon.  And older dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  I don't understand why anyone would wear Patchouli. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  I do wear makeup, but I hardly ever wear blush.  I am 30 years old and still don't think I apply it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.   I think I have ADD.  I am not making light of this, but I have to really force myself to stay on task.  I think this is why I am really disorganized and why I haven't organized my apartment yet, even though I have lived there since August.  Well, that could be partly due to my fucked up work schedule too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  I love the color red.  One of my employees commented on this one day because I had on a red coat, with my red laptop in a red laptop bag, a red purse, and another red bag.  I used to have a red cellphone too.  I miss it because the one I have now sucks and I am not eligible to upgrade until September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  I am not impressed by Brad Pitt.  I have crushes on Craig Ferguson and Gary Sinise.  And I kind of think Anthony LaPaglia is a babe.  And George Strait.  And Mark Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  I never went to the prom, and don't regret it.  I went to Myrtle Beach instead.  In fact, I wasn't involved much at all in high school.  A lot of my classmates were assholes.  I am so glad that we didn't have myspace or facebook then because people suck.  I still don't care for a lot of the people I went to school with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  Back to food:  I do not like eggs.  Grosssss.  I was in the hospital overnight when I was 5, and filled out their food questionnaire flibbity.  They brought me eggs anyway, and I freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  I am and always have been kind of a girly wimp.  In first grade, the teacher had everyone touch a snake.  Except me, I flat out refused.  Grossss.  I don't think I could live somewhere where they are prevalent.  if I ever find on inside, i am fucked unless someone else is around because I am not going near it.  I also haven't touched a frog, and when I used to go fishing when I was a kid, I never wanted to touch the fish or the worm.  I cannot eat venison.  Spiders don't bother too much though.  I am much more of an indoor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  I am a spelling and grammar snob.  It pisses me off when someone writes women when they mean one woman, and when they write breath when they mean breathe.  I hate that u/Ur nonsense and rarely use it, even for text messages.  I also HaT3 iT wH3n sHeEpLe tYpE lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  I have never donated blood, and I feel bad about this, but it makes me really squeamish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  I really wanted to go to college in Australia and will probably always regret that I couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  I really wish that I had stood up for myself more in high school and kicked some ass.  A lot of people deserved it, but I was too afraid of getting in trouble.  If I ever have kids, I will tell them to stand up for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  I am often very easily amused, and could spend hours on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.  I am 5'11 and no, I didn't play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-5010127896790700250?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5010127896790700250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=5010127896790700250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5010127896790700250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5010127896790700250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-baackkkk.html' title='I&apos;m baackkkk'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-1293333779102734134</id><published>2009-01-26T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:52:04.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Everything.</title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe not everything.  I love the song "I Hate Everything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am really REALLY frustrated today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about deleting this blog and myspace.  I will probably keep facebook because my cousin who is in Iraq is on there, and it is a good way to keep in touch with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beyond that, fuck everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of stupid incompetence and sheer laziness at my job.  I am so over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is ONE employee who I have no complaints about, and I think it is because she is my bitching partner in crime.  Without her, I probably would have killed or at least maimed someone by now.  Seriously.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, there are a few others, but for the most part, call me fucking frustrated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog, really I do.  But all I seem to have to say involves constant bitching.  Who wants to read that?  Maybe I should resurrect some posts from my old blog, or maybe I should just delete the whole fucking thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go get ready for work.  Hopefully I won't kill anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  OMG, I do NOT hate this....lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0b5eDqCYww&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0b5eDqCYww&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-1293333779102734134?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1293333779102734134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=1293333779102734134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1293333779102734134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1293333779102734134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-everything.html' title='I Hate Everything.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-5326327048791582796</id><published>2009-01-25T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:42:05.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution:  Extreme bitchiness ahead.</title><content type='html'>People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/tantrum" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk171/TexExEm/tantrum.jpg" border="0" alt="Tantrum Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to read it, don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I work at a hotel.  You probably already know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a series of things that are pissing me off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  People who don't LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you call my hotel, there is an automated dude who says "Thank you for calling Jennelou's big ass fucking flibbity hotel, blah blah blah, press 6 for the operator.  I can not tell you how many people immediately ask "Is this Jennelou's big ass fucking flibbity hotel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so want to transfer these people back to the main message and make them listen again.  Sadly, it won't work because they will just call back and ask the same fucking thing.  Also, please note that you have to press 6 for the operator, 0 does not work.  So, these fucking dumbasses have to listen to the whole goddamn message, and still they don't get it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  People who ask for a quiet room.  Please understand, I don't mind if you ask not to be near the ice machines or elevators.  I get it.  But a "quiet room"?  As opposed to what, a noisy room?  People, let me explain something to you.  A hotel will never be as quiet as your house.  Fucking get over it or stay home.  Then there are the asshats who ask to be "away from everyone else".  I would be happy to do that, if you want to pay for all the rooms around you.  Otherwise, fuck you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point.  If the people near you are fucking obnoxious, let us know.  We will take care of it.  If you don't let us know, don't expect to whine and complain and get a discount in the morning.  I want you to enjoy your stay, really.  But if there is a problem and you don't let me know I can't fix it.  Whining about it in the morning kind of makes you look like an entitlement whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  People who say "Are the rooms nice".  Think about this.  I am an employee of the hotel.  Even if the place was a fucking shithole, do you think I am going to tell you that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  If you don't like our rates, stay somewhere else.  Don't ask me how nice the other hotels are in the area, what their rates are, etc.  If you want to know, CALL THEM.  I don't work for them.  DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Do your research.  Don't bitch at me because we don't have a restaurant.  I never said we did, our website doesn't say we do.  We are LIMITED SERVICE.  If you want full service, go to a full service hotel and expect to pay more.  And shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Our shuttle van is not your personal taxi.  Call us when you are ready to be picked up, don't expect us to sit and wait for you for 20 minutes.  You are not special and we have other guests.  If we bring you to the drugstore, get in, get your shit, and get your ass back outside.  Again, we have other guests who might like to go somewhere.  Call a cab if you want someone to wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Yes, our shuttle van is clearly marked, dumbass.  I am busy.  It is not necessary to ask me 56 questions about the make, model, gas mileage, and extensive history of our van.  It is clearly marked, you can't miss it.  Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I am sorry that the computers in the business center are fucked up again.  If you pervs would stop looking at porn and other inappropriate sites they probably wouldn't constantly have viruses and spyware.  Fucking duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  When I ask what credit card you would like to guarantee your room with, YES I NEED THE NUMBER.  WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Yes I need you a form of payment at check-in.  No, you may not just pay at checkout.  If I need to explain why, you fail at life.  No, you may not use someone else's card without written authorization.  Just because they called and made the reservation does not mean I don't need something in writing.  Identity theft is rampant.  It is for your own safety.  Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My employees are friggin dumb to, but I will save that for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/red%20forman" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb174/Starfox08/red.jpg" border="0" alt="Red Forman Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-5326327048791582796?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5326327048791582796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=5326327048791582796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5326327048791582796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5326327048791582796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/01/caution-extreme-bitchiness-ahead.html' title='Caution:  Extreme bitchiness ahead.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-7370123744157585740</id><published>2009-01-16T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:17:39.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to post....but my thoughts are kind of all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been so frustrating, so there's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to kick this sinus headache, so there's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of this things result in a complete and total lack of motivation, so there's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bullet was dodged yesterday, though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't really explain that one without a whole lot of backstory, which, yeah.  Headache, lack of motivation, frustration with my job that I don't care to get into on my day off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have been looking into going back to school, because even though I just got my degree, I am so second guessing it, because my job has kind of sucked my will to live.  But, that is not going to happen without some kind of student aid, and I have no idea wtf the limit is on that shiz.  So, I guess that remains to be seen.  I have been accepted though...this would be a second bachelors degree, in a field that is totally unrelated to my current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.  idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question for anyone who may be reading...why do you think it is that certain people who are totally wrong for us take up residence in our brains...and how do we make them go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna go and try to do something.....or maybe take a nap.  Naps=awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-7370123744157585740?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7370123744157585740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=7370123744157585740&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7370123744157585740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7370123744157585740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/01/ponder.html' title='Ponder'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-6223462757958264139</id><published>2009-01-13T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T01:30:06.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow me, damnit.</title><content type='html'>Okay, Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be a follower now.  I am addressing that to you because I think you are the only one who reads this drivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 4:20 am and I am at work...story of my life larely. hopefully after tonight i won't have to work this shift again for a while. Since I am trying to stay awake, I thought I would post something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten people I can't stand, in no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hillary Clinton&lt;br /&gt;2. Eva Longoria&lt;br /&gt;3. Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;4. Richard Simmons&lt;br /&gt;5. Barbra Streisand&lt;br /&gt;6. Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;7. Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;8. Gwyneth Paltrow&lt;br /&gt;9. Britney Spears. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;10. Carson Daly. That guy is a total fucking tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that make me a dork, because I can't think of ten, which is odd because I am an uber dork:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love Beavis and Butthead&lt;br /&gt;2. I love ALF&lt;br /&gt;3. I am entertained in general, by stupid shit. For example, Rick Astley and the whole "Rick Roll" craze, and Christopher Walken. Also, my employee's impression of Chris Walken.&lt;br /&gt;4. This whole post&lt;br /&gt;5. This whole blog&lt;br /&gt;6. I am almost 31 years old and still don't feel like an adult. WTF? Is that dorky, or just odd?&lt;br /&gt;7. I keep posting here even though no one reads this shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten cars I fucking hate, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kia Rondo. Giant heap of shit.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dodge Neon.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mini Cooper&lt;br /&gt;4. Smart Cars&lt;br /&gt;5. Most hatchbacks. Especially the really little bastards. Like the new Pontiac G3. Yuck&lt;br /&gt;6. Mini Vans. Why do so many women think they need one the minute they have a tiny baby?&lt;br /&gt;7. Hummer. pretentious assholes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Scions.&lt;br /&gt;9. Honda Element&lt;br /&gt;10. Subaru Forrester. What a goofy looking vehicle. Just no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Cars I love/like, in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chevy Avalanche&lt;br /&gt;2. Corvettes&lt;br /&gt;3. Plymouth Prowler&lt;br /&gt;4. Vintage Convertibles in general. Probably not so much the little ones though..&lt;br /&gt;5. Cadillac Cars, but not the DTS or the Station Wagon. I am not 75. And I would buy a Chevy before an Escalade.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chevy Silverado.&lt;br /&gt;7. Honda Accord&lt;br /&gt;8. Chevy Impala&lt;br /&gt;9. Pontiac G8&lt;br /&gt;10. The new Chevy Malibu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Foods I will not eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eggs. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Venison. Um, No.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cauliflower. Grossssss.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cabbage. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;5. Coconut&lt;br /&gt;6. Most, if not all seafood.&lt;br /&gt;7. The nads of any animal. Hellllll no.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;9. Brains, tripe, haggis, any of that gross shiz...&lt;br /&gt;10. Most green veggies. No green beans, no peas, no broccoli, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that killed 20 minutes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-6223462757958264139?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6223462757958264139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=6223462757958264139&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6223462757958264139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6223462757958264139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-cat.html' title='Follow me, damnit.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-2972761169930109580</id><published>2009-01-09T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:02:45.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU YAHOO.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH YAHOO MAIL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have very important emails to send and shit and it is not cooperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hot reply, because Cat and i have very serious shit to discuss, and IT WONT LET ME FUCKING REPLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the time I can't even check my goddamn inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/wtf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i388.photobucket.com/albums/oo322/venomsama/mario_wtf.gif" border="0" alt="Mario wtf Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really fucking frustrated right now because I am working my ass off working stupid hours because this dumbass called in via text (who the fuck does that?) and I worked the overnight last night and now I am back here and I am not happy and my boss gets to work 4 hour shifts while I work 12 or more, so yeah.  THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-2972761169930109580?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2972761169930109580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=2972761169930109580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/2972761169930109580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/2972761169930109580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-you-yahoo.html' title='FUCK YOU YAHOO.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-8923424786974112678</id><published>2009-01-08T15:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:42:29.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about 2008....I stole this</title><content type='html'>So, I usually do these on myspace, but I don't wanna.  So, deal.  Seriously, people have too much time on their hands with all the memes I find on myspace.  I use my extremely fucked up work schedule as an excuse.  WTF else am I going to do between 11 pm and 7 am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you begin 2008?&lt;br /&gt;In the frozen tundra on the Canadian border, where I used to live.  I think I was home sleeping because I am pretty sure I had to work at 7 am on the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?&lt;br /&gt;Got my bachelor's degree, moved more about 400 miles hour from home, got a so-called real job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;My New Year's resolution was to give up soda, and I did for a few months.  I have resolved to lose weight and get my finances in order, under control for 2009.  I am working on the finances thing, doing so-so on the weight loss.  Oh, and I have resolved to change my fucked up situation at work....if I don't do that, someone will get hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Were you in school anytime this year?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, up until May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my cousin's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any new additions to your family?&lt;br /&gt;See above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;No, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you know anybody who got married?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I will be very surprised if it lasts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How did you earn your money?&lt;br /&gt;school loans and work.  Although I guess school loans doesn't constitute "earn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Did you have any encounters with the police?&lt;br /&gt;I got a speeding ticket, and have dealt with them at my job.  Oh, and my sister's husband became a trooper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have my finances under control a bit better, and I would like to be allowed to do my fucking job.  (don't get me started....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;Probably my birthday.  It was my 30th, and I still think I deserve a do-over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Graduating from college and getting a real job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;My finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where did you go on holidays/vacation?&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA....vacation, that's funny!  I did go home for Christmas though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;My new laptop.  I was lost without one.  I really couldn't afford it, but so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;Mine, because no blood was shed in the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Freaks.  It boggles my mind that so many educated people are into that drivel.  Again, don't get me started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;My sister is having her first baby in 2009!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Did you move anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did.  I now live 7 hours from my hometown.  This has good points and bad points.  I just wish that my parents lived somewhere that I could easily fly to, because the drive kinda sucks my will to live sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where do you live now?&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half from NYC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What song will always remind you of 2008?&lt;br /&gt;don't really think there is one....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-8923424786974112678?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8923424786974112678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=8923424786974112678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8923424786974112678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8923424786974112678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-about-2008i-stole-this.html' title='All about 2008....I stole this'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-5665864753233411891</id><published>2009-01-05T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:16:24.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>Why do I even have this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so uninteresting.  That isn't going to change anytime soon, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 5 am, and I should probably GO TO SLEEP already!  ( I had to work the overnight shift three nights in a row...the last night because the guy who was scheduled got sick.) THEN I have to work it again tomorrow.  Then I have two days off, only to have to work the overnight AGAIN.  Ugh.  Hopefully a couple more weeks of this and I will be done with this fucked up schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe it is the screwed up sleep schedule and patterns, maybe it is the constant worry about money, maybe it is because I keep thinking of a conversation I need to have with my boss and how best to approach it, but I am kind of in a mood, and wonder why the hell I even have this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe I just answered my own question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/icons/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f89/lesmiz4eva/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-5665864753233411891?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5665864753233411891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=5665864753233411891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5665864753233411891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5665864753233411891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-5608413456704924501</id><published>2009-01-02T05:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T05:32:47.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this.</title><content type='html'>So, I just got home from work.  It seems weird to get ready for bed at 8:15 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too bad though, except for the dude that kept bitching about every little sound he heard.  Dude, their are other people here.  Calm the fuck down.  Seriously, it is a hotel, asshat.  the ones that kill me are the ones who say "Don't put anyone in any rooms anywhere near me."  I always want to say "Fine....if you want to pay for all those other rooms as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to what I stole, because I am lacking sleep, and therefore not feeling creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When did you last use your cellular telephone as a flashlight?&lt;br /&gt;Um, I do that pretty much all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On a scale from 1-10, how comfy are you being naked?&lt;br /&gt;Um, it depends on who is going to see!  I would be much happier if I lost some chub...I am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the longest you've ever been celibate after having lost your virginity?&lt;br /&gt;One year.  It sucked.  I am not one of those "I have a headache" girls.  AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had sex in a car? If yes, since you were a teenager?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and yes.  Seatbelts hurt.  Wait, I don't know about a car....truck and SUV, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When did you last use food or drink as medication?&lt;br /&gt;Um....what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Name three words that:&lt;br /&gt;a) get you excited:  "take tomorrow off"  lol&lt;br /&gt;b) make you squirm:  p*ssy, and "box" and "eat" when used in a sexual context.  GAG&lt;br /&gt;c) make you laugh:   "I'll pay tomorrow".  (Riiiiiight, you will pay now, or stay somewhere else, fucknut.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-5608413456704924501?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5608413456704924501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=5608413456704924501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5608413456704924501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5608413456704924501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-stole-this.html' title='I stole this.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-5051442358930007415</id><published>2008-12-25T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:39:17.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This kicks ass....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ea6ZcfJspcI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ea6ZcfJspcI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xINfAYiWVhU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xINfAYiWVhU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pd8JYA4MvlQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pd8JYA4MvlQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-5051442358930007415?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5051442358930007415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=5051442358930007415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5051442358930007415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5051442358930007415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-kicks-ass.html' title='This kicks ass....'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-6728566593344587028</id><published>2008-12-24T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:07:01.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I made it home, YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a good thing, because if I had to stay for some dumbass reason, I would have....well, it wouldn't have been pretty, but since it is Christmas Day and all I won't say anything too bad!  Besides, I am trying not to turn this into a massive work rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am home, and that is so good.  In all of my almost 31 years I have been home for Christmas.  This year I was much farther away than normal, and I wasn't sure it was going to happen.  Please understand that had it been NECESSARY for me to stay I would have.  There wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have spent every single Christmas of my life in this house, and that means something to me.  A lot of the time, I don't even go anywhere all day on Christmas, I just hang out with the fam, and that is fine with me.  THAT is what Christmas is all about.  This year, my sister is on call, and her husband has to work, but we will all still be together as much as we can.  If I had had to sit in my apartment 7 or 8 hours away by myself, well that would have sucked, especially all for a job that I am not sure is working for me.  The way the situation is right now is kind of effed up, and is bound to get better, but I just can't see myself doing this forever.  WTF.  Will I ever be happy?  I thought that getting my degree was the answer, and now here I sit, still unsure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am not going to dwell on that tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say though, that I am turning into a lightweight.  Seriously.  I had one Pomegranate Martini tonight and I was ready for naptime.  At around 7 pm.  And I am a nightowl!  I rarely go to bed before 2 am!  I have basically had to stay pretty coherent though, again due to my job and potential emergencies, which isn't a bad thing.  I think I may just have to go in hunt of Smirnoff Ice tomorrow though.  I mean today.  Or maybe I will just try to perfect the Pom Martini recipe.  Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't really know where I am going with this post.  Pretty random tonight.  No one reads this shiz anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a survey, the second one I have done, because the power went out and I lost the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Christmas Questions&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Real tree or artificial?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real, at least at my parents house!  I don't usually do one at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did  a week or so ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. When do you take the tree down?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Do you like egg nog?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many, my Mom always made Christmas special.  Cabbage Patch doll and old school nintendo are two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Hardest person to buy for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prob My Dad or my brother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Worst Christmas gift ever received?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have ever gotten a bad one, besides I appreciate the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Mail or email Christmas card?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably Rudolph.  I &lt;3 Yukon Cornelius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very late this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many to list, but I will say these little white cookies with frosting that my mom always makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Clear lights or colored on the tree?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They use colored, and I like them, but for myself I think I would go with clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in Dixie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel to my parents' home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Can you name Santas reindeer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Donner, Blitzen, Rudolph, Comet and Cupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Do you have an Angel on top or a star?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel on a Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean people.  And Black Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacebulletins.com/takesurvey.php?id=51"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacebulletins.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-6728566593344587028?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6728566593344587028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=6728566593344587028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6728566593344587028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6728566593344587028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-for-christmas.html' title='Home for Christmas!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-8281920919857123206</id><published>2008-12-24T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:28:00.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Send your own &lt;a href='http://www.elfyourself.com'&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzAxNjQyODA2MzUmcHQ9MTIzMDE2NDY2MDA5OCZwPTQxODgxMyZkPTIwMjY2MSZnPTImdD*mbz*zNTUzOGY1YjFlZTg*MzgwOGFlNzBhN2Y3OTQ1MWFhYw==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-6737791087366352053?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6737791087366352053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=6737791087366352053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6737791087366352053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6737791087366352053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-cool-kids-are-doing-it.html' title='All the cool kids are doing it...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-3540050532723685469</id><published>2008-12-09T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:55:37.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is another video you should really watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too much time on my hands, I know.  Just wait until I get my new laptop.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=2699283"&gt;Snakes on a Plane Auditions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=2699283,t=1,mt=video,searchID=b013133a-0b51-4db7-a928-99aafcb25c45,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=2699283,t=1,mt=video,searchID=b013133a-0b51-4db7-a928-99aafcb25c45,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is every Monday now "Cyber Monday"?  WTF?  Cyber Monday is the Monday after Black Friday, when one can avoid the crowds, not get trampled, and hopefully get some good deals.  So why am I STILL getting Cyber Monday ads via email?  I almost expect to get Cyber everyday of the week ads, and why stop when Christmas is over?  How about Cyber April 3?  I must have a sick mind, because I just thought of how "Cyber" can mean something else all together!  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream.  Men in uniform.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-3540050532723685469?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3540050532723685469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=3540050532723685469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3540050532723685469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3540050532723685469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-is-another-video-you-should-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-8140667665292284105</id><published>2008-12-08T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:23:07.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Little Pigs, Walken Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=8690753"&gt;Watch this, seriously.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-8140667665292284105?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/8140667665292284105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=8140667665292284105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8140667665292284105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/8140667665292284105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/12/three-little-pigs-walken-style.html' title='The Three Little Pigs, Walken Style'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-4371874518528156380</id><published>2008-12-07T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:33:43.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this thing on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just about walked my legs off the last few days!  My mom came to visit, and we went to NYC on Friday, almost saw some guy get his ass kicked on the train, (he deserved it...obnoxious bastard), walked around for hours, then got royally confused trying to get a train OUT of the City, and finally made it back to our hotel and kind of crashed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, we went to this big ass mall, walked, and walked, and walked some more.  Then we went laptop shopping, found one I liked, they were sold out, so we went to another store, and they were sold out of it too.  Damnit.  So I pretty much decided it wasn't meant to be.  Then I couldn't stand it anymore, went and checked the website and ORDERED IT!!  YAY.  I cannot wait to get it.  My old desktop is just not cutting it.  Please keep your fingers crossed that the Dell fiasco will not be repeated or I will seriously cut a bitch.  heh.  Which bitch remains to be seen.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK DELL, DELL SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night, the fire alarm went off in the hotel at 2 am.  I can't tell you how that makes you feel to be woken up that way, but at least it was shut off quickly.  I found out this morning that it was because some moron lady was smoking in her room.  Dumbass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am at work, and should probably do my workly duties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-4371874518528156380?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4371874518528156380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=4371874518528156380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4371874518528156380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4371874518528156380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-is-this-thing-on-i-have-just-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-7884393593464421214</id><published>2008-12-03T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:16:48.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for CAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/common%20whore" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f222/byrd15/commonwhore.jpg" border="0" alt="Common Whore Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zipbagofbones.blogspot.com/"&gt;She's such a whore.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-7884393593464421214?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7884393593464421214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=7884393593464421214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7884393593464421214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7884393593464421214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-for-cat.html' title='This is for CAT.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-1245791451686123810</id><published>2008-12-02T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:39:08.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Twilight</title><content type='html'>I love this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OztfgS6x3yg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OztfgS6x3yg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hate creeaytave spellings of names.  Like Stephenie.  NO.  I won't read a book if the author has a stupid name, or if I read the back of the book and the characters have stupid names, because it will just piss me off the whole time I am reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said I wasn't weird.  =}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-1245791451686123810?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1245791451686123810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=1245791451686123810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1245791451686123810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1245791451686123810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuck-twilight.html' title='Fuck Twilight'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-5072191312311343622</id><published>2008-12-01T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:47:42.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I post this already?</title><content type='html'>Sorry if I did, but it still cracks me the fuck up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6AXPnH0C9UA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6AXPnH0C9UA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-5072191312311343622?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5072191312311343622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=5072191312311343622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5072191312311343622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5072191312311343622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/12/did-i-post-this-already.html' title='Did I post this already?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-4612870054189259197</id><published>2008-11-30T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:44:14.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title</title><content type='html'>I am so bad at titles, so I am going to call this one, just "Title"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dell still fucking sucks.  They have their fucking laptop back AND my money.  They told me it could take 8-10 days to get a refund, their website says up to 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the POS and my money??  How is that cool?  AND WHY THE FUCK DOES IT TAKE SO LONG FOR A FUCKING REFUND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some business they are running there.  WTF.  Think about it.  They want people to buy their computers right?  So speed up the fucking process!  Especially since these problems were NOT MY FAULT.  I paid them money, they sent me a fucking laptop that doesn't work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I would like to bitch a bit about my job, but I am afraid to.  I have known people who have gotten in trouble for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will bitch about my apartment.  I live in a basement apartment.  In an expensive area.  I do not have copious amounts of dinero to spend on an apartment, so that was basically the only option.  I am so not the roommate type.  Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the good parts, the apartment is pretty new.  The landlord is a lady who lives upstairs with her two kids.  I really like her and her kids, and hardly hear them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is...this place smells FUNKY.  I did not notice anything when I looked at the apartment, and I did not notice anything when I moved in.  But shortly thereafter I did.  I thought it smelled like cat piss at first.  Lovely.  Then I couldn't really identify it, and it has been annoying me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just got home from working almost 12 hours.  It has been raining all damn day.  I get home, open the door to my apartment, and smell:  cat pee.  GROSS.  I come downstairs, yup, cat pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that triggered by a lot of rain?  WTF?  Moving sucks complete and total ass, and I cannot afford to move, but I cannot live like this either.   ICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking tired.  Guess I will go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-4612870054189259197?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4612870054189259197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=4612870054189259197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4612870054189259197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4612870054189259197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/title.html' title='Title'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-4822997208021158735</id><published>2008-11-28T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:38:11.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT. THE. FUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://money.aol.com/news/articles/_a/bbdp/wal-mart-worker-trampled-to-death/262342"&gt;Wal Mart worker trampled to death on Black Friday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can NOT put into words how much this pisses me off.  WTF?  It is disgusting that people could fucking trample a human being to get a fucking "bargain".  They broke the fucking doors.  Could the management not SEE that the crowd was a bit crazy?  WTF?  I am guessing that no one will pay for this man's death and that things will not change.  How the fuck could you just knock someone down and walk right over him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, on Black Friday, these fucking retailers will open early, and let the same behavior happen again.  I am sure that Wal Mart will get blamed for this, and while they are certainly at fault for even opening the doors to a crowd like that, other retailers are just as guilty, but hopefully their employees were a bit more lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just fucking senseless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-4822997208021158735?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4822997208021158735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=4822997208021158735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4822997208021158735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4822997208021158735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-fuck.html' title='WHAT. THE. FUCK'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-1046571356011851799</id><published>2008-11-27T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:42:35.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG, This totally made my day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wL-hNMJvcyI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wL-hNMJvcyI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE the Thanksgiving Day Parade(I know, I am fucking weird)....but I so wish I had watched it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-1046571356011851799?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1046571356011851799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=1046571356011851799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1046571356011851799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1046571356011851799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/omfg-this-totally-made-my-day.html' title='OMFG, This totally made my day....'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-1958553399131753612</id><published>2008-11-24T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:44:08.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me with the not posting.</title><content type='html'>So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't really have anything to say, but I am getting kind of a weird migraine, and rather than get away from the computer like a smart person, I thought I would post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been crazy busy, so that hasn't changed.  Busy is good, except for when I can't seem to get my own work done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how the whole basement apartment thing is working for me.  I really like my apartment, but I think it is killing me.  My allergies are acting up, my sinuses are bothering me, and I have been having nosebleeds.  I am lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still having that whole conundrum with the dehumidifier.  Do I run it or not?  I don't know.  It sucks, because I like everything else about that apartment.  But now I have this headache and just want to go to sleep, but I am afraid that my apartment may be causing the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah...too bad they don't give awards for incessant rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still really hate Dell.  I had to call them multiple times just to get them to send me a shipping label.  Incompetent bastards.  I will never ever buy a Dell again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, however, loving iTunes.  Their customer service kicks ass.   Seriously.  If I had the money, I may consider buying  a Mac.  I was afraid that I had lost a buttload of songs, and they told me how to get them all back.  That kicks ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be the first year that I won't be home for Thanksgiving.  I just decided that battling the crazy traffic just wasn't worth it.  I just have too much going on.  I am sure it will be weird, because my mom has a really big family and they all get together for dinner.  I have to work a few hours, and then nothing.  No plans.  At all.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OkaY, since I am not being very coherent, I am gonna close this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-1958553399131753612?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1958553399131753612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=1958553399131753612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1958553399131753612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1958553399131753612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-at-me-with-not-posting.html' title='Look at me with the not posting.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-1238898559651745360</id><published>2008-11-19T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:26:49.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I don't know wtf my deal is today.  I just feel totally and completely BUMMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I am still frustrated with the Dell fiasco, hey life goes on.  It's not that, even though I am fucking annoyed at how long I have to wait for a refund from those idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been fucking annoying lately, for many reasons.  Not really sure that I want to be all bitchy about work on  this here blog though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  I have just been in a major funk all damn day.  It was my day off and I didn't do a damn thing.  Ugh, I hate feeling like this.  I haven't even left my apartment today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, idk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-1238898559651745360?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1238898559651745360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=1238898559651745360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1238898559651745360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1238898559651745360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/blahhhhhhhh.html' title='Blahhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-6003087522072031946</id><published>2008-11-19T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:37:34.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy?  Me?  At least I got an award.</title><content type='html'>Dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had barely started this "artistic garbage" when I got an award!!!  Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kreativ_blogger_award_copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/kreativ_blogger_award_copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meaning  to post this for awhile, but I am kind of hating computers right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;zipbagofbones.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is one of my new favoritest blogs.  So, how fantabulous is it that Cat bestowed this honor upon me?  I think she said that my blog is "artistic garbage" and maybe I should be offended by that, but she said it about herself and besides, I think we may be long lost sisters or cousins or some shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found her blog because I followed a link to someone who commented on my blog, and I guess her link was on his, and I got all fucking confused and thought she was the one who commented.  Or something like that.  (I still wonder how that dude found my very new blog though....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess this means that I have to list 6 things that make me happy.  Which lately may not be so easy.  I have been a bit disgruntled lately.  But I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am going to be an aunt soon.  DUDES.  Fucking sweet.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have my health.  My boss recently found out she has breast cancer,  at 42 years old.  That fucking sucks.  I have only known her since June, but believe me, she kicks ass.  Lets just hope she kicks cancer's ass.&lt;br /&gt;3.  My family.  They are healthy.  They are always there for me.  My parents helped with the moving process and we all know moving sucks.  They let me vent.  I need to vent, especially lately.  My extended family kind of kicks ass too.  I am very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;4.  The internet  makes me happy.  Is that sad?  It does though.  I think this may relate to the fact that I was a voracious reader when I was a kid.  I was always reading.  Always.  Could be why I spend so much time online.  Now if I could just get a computer that works...&lt;br /&gt;5.  Days off with absolutely no plans...especially if I get more than one in a row.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Funny shiz.  Craig Ferguson.  The dude at work who kept talking like Christopher Walken last night.  icanhascheezburger.com and all the related sites.  youtube, (and not just for funny shiz), I think you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am supposed to award some other peeps, but no one reads this here blog, so I am gonna skip that part.  Besides, I am in a mood today, so don't fuck with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-6003087522072031946?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6003087522072031946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=6003087522072031946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6003087522072031946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6003087522072031946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-me-at-least-i-got-award.html' title='Happy?  Me?  At least I got an award.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-372360179478907438</id><published>2008-11-18T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:30:17.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clusterfuck</title><content type='html'>So, today fucking sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this shit is making me laugh, so I thought I would share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQZ_GKN9Ufw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQZ_GKN9Ufw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS.  OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xKXbOVbAvE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xKXbOVbAvE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, embed isn't working.....typical for this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update in a bit. It is 9:20 pm and I have been at work since 11:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink. Or six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EDIT:  see below for update...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-372360179478907438?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/372360179478907438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=372360179478907438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/372360179478907438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/372360179478907438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/clusterfuck.html' title='Clusterfuck'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-5695799577749572705</id><published>2008-11-18T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:28:54.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that was full of FAIL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is me today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/tantrum" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk171/TexExEm/tantrum.jpg" alt="Tantrum Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What. The. FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my new computer today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fucking thing does not work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right out of the fucking box.  Doesn't not work.  Blue screen of death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I call tech support.  They want me to get a screwdriver and take the fucking thing apart.  Like I haven't played computer tech girl enough lately.  (more on that later...).  I am at work, and can't find a goddamn screwdriver.  So, I tell the guy that I should not have to take a computer apart that hasn't been out of the box much more than 15 minutes.  So, he says I can talk to a manager.  Which I did.  At one point they said I could send it back and they would repair it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, NO.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEND. ME. A NEW. COMPUTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Long story short, they will send me a new one.  If I pay for it and wait to get a refund on the one that doesn't fucking work.  Then the fucking bastard has the nerve to say "Well, if you can't afford it you will just have to wait for the refund."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/red%20forman" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w106/CCBCANIME/1163805450025.png" alt="Red Forman Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking douchebag punk motherfucker.  Seriously, FUCK HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no new laptop for me.  And I ended up working 12 hours today, so yeah, I am really cheerful right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about tonight was that the guy I was working with kept talking like Christopher Walken all night.  Totally entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-5695799577749572705?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5695799577749572705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=5695799577749572705&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5695799577749572705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5695799577749572705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-that-was-full-of-fail.html' title='The day that was full of FAIL.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-3063761435652753902</id><published>2008-11-17T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:24:54.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am posting again already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I fugging LOVE this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCwttqxHeDA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCwttqxHeDA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the Sugarland CD last week so I would have something new to listen to in the car on a long ass ride home.  I swear that I listened to that song for about an hour straight.  I love it.  Does anyone else do that?  I do that all the time.  When I am by myself...I wouldn't subject anyone else to the same song over and over, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and because I love finding out about songwriters, etc., this one, by the writer....this is the acoustic version, because, well...because acoustic versions kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfV9TPCR2YI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yfV9TPCR2YI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many thoughts I want to get out right now....but I hesitate.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-3063761435652753902?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3063761435652753902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=3063761435652753902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3063761435652753902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3063761435652753902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-4425486079068496902</id><published>2008-11-17T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:58:12.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a conundrum...</title><content type='html'>and be prepared, it's a DOOZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/eyeroll" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i446.photobucket.com/albums/qq186/AnimsNSmilies/Teasers_n_Insults/EyeRoll.gif" alt="Rolling Eyes Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had my "hair did" since May.  That is 7 MONTHS people!  I need to do something about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide what I should do.  Bangs? or No Bangs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I have what my cousin used to call a five-head.  And I have to admit I stress  about it.  I constantly wonder if I look like a fucking goon with no bangs and a high forehead.  I have always had bangs.  Until I didn't get a hair cut for 7 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people, let me tell you, it is much easier.  I don't have to fuck around with a round brush and all that bullshit, fighting this stupid cowlick, etc.  But, did I mention I have a five head?  And I am worried about getting all wrinkly too.  Shallow, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my conundrum.  So that means it is pic time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/?action=view&amp;amp;current=goofy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/goofy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/?action=view&amp;amp;current=onyourback_edited.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/onyourback_edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate it when they look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wtfhair.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/wtfhair.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR.....No bangs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really accentuates the five-head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nobangs-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/nobangs-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sept2008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/sept2008.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I just go for a really big fro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/?action=view&amp;amp;current=093007_1330a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v422/alogram/093007_1330a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-4425486079068496902?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4425486079068496902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=4425486079068496902&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4425486079068496902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4425486079068496902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-conundrum.html' title='I have a conundrum...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i446.photobucket.com/albums/qq186/AnimsNSmilies/Teasers_n_Insults/th_EyeRoll.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-201233187054835069</id><published>2008-11-17T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:35:22.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>~Does the press make a big fucking deal when some celebrity announces that they are gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    who. cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Just once I want to see them freak out and say "So-and-so is STRAIGHT, OH EM GEE". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fuck whoever you want, makes no difference to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Do they keep referring to the pregnant man as a...man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Not. a. man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Wait.  I think I should call this "Why do they keep talking about the pregnant man?  Lady bits     that can create a baby?  You are not a man.  As I said above, live your life how you want.  I         don't care.  It makes no difference to me that this person has both man parts and lady                 parts.  BUT I AM SICK OF HEARING ABOUT IT AND I AM SORRY BUT THAT                         PERSON CREEPS ME OUT.  It is hard for two men to adopt a baby if they want too, but yet         this shit is okay.  I don't get it.  Please don't flame me, maybe the pregnant man is  a good             parent, but stop being such an attention whore.  How is that healthy for his children?"  WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Is Kanye West still famous?  That guy is such a douche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-201233187054835069?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/201233187054835069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=201233187054835069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/201233187054835069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/201233187054835069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-6879023819410662683</id><published>2008-11-17T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:46:05.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is way too long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Does the last person you kissed hate you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is your hair up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you still talk to the person who hurt you the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  This is kind of a hard question to answer though, because, well, it's complicated.  I will leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think you are an argumentative person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your phone right beside you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...it is dying...think I left my charger at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to grab your butt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this Saturday be a good one?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work t0o many hours, but if the clusterfuck of the past two weekends isn't repeated, I will survive.  Fucking Verizon.  I will kick their non-repairing asses if it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a difficult relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, kinda sorta, but I don't feel like going there right now.  It is over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever gone skinny dipping?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your biggest pet peeve?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entitlement whores.  And people who spell names in stupid ways.  And stupid names.  And people who don't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever hugged someone named Madison?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I know someone named Madison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time something bothered you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last text from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Chuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk.  Things We Lost in The Fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever stayed in a hotel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, from May 19th - August 1st was my longest stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not mandatory, but if I met the right person...sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you shot a dirty look at someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably yesterday...it is still early today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s in your pocket?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did you buy the shirt(s) you’re wearing now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirt from TJMaxx, sweater from JCPenney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be, it just depends on what the person did that warrants forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed someone who smokes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh; yes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did anything weird happen in the past 3 days?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hum of my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your mom tells you she’s pregnant, what do you say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;me too.  (She started it, and one is about as likely as the other right now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about getting your lip pierced?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who lives in your house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, and my landlord and her two daughters live upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you had more than 3 boyfriends/girlfriends at the same time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, duh.  &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you on medication for anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Last female you talked to in person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a real conversation?  the girl I worked with last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.  It's okay, it could be much worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissed someone that had a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sorry!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What state do you live in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has anyone told you they’re completely in love with you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely?  huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many kids do you want to have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends on if I meet the right person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you feeling?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in bed thinking about too much shiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you were surprised?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;—————————————————————————————-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN HOW’S&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;How did you get one of your scars?&lt;br /&gt;stuck my finger in a tape player when I was little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;FINE.  ask me something else!  Sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How did you celebrate your last birthday?&lt;br /&gt; I should so get a do-over.  I spent my 30th bday at an interview for a job I didn't get, and then sat on a goddamn plane in Charlotte, North Carolina for over two hours, then got stuck in LaGuardia, then had to get on a plane that Ron White would call a pack of gum with 8 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How did your night go last night?&lt;br /&gt;I was at work and it was kind of annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How is your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How did you get the shirt you’re wearing?&lt;br /&gt;I already said – I bought it at TJMaxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How often do you see your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;rarely.  it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How much money did you spend last month?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;$6.  (Seriously, how the fuck do I know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How old do you want to be when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Age is the least important part of that equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How old will you be at your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;31&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINE WHAT’S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mothers name?&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What did you do last Wednesday?&lt;br /&gt;stuff and things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What is the most important part of your life?&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What would you rather be doing?&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What did you last cry over?&lt;br /&gt; prob just being frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?&lt;br /&gt; depends on what kind of upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other?&lt;br /&gt;idk.  I don't think there is just one important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you worried about?&lt;br /&gt;Paying my bills like always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Orange Juice and a big ass Frappuchino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT HAVE YOU’S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever been out of the country?&lt;br /&gt;just to Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever had sex on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever dated someone younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever dated someone older than you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;br /&gt;Many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN WHO’S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;People at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who was the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;myob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who was the last person you hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;just people at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who did you last hug?&lt;br /&gt;idk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who is the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;Chuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?&lt;br /&gt;my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX WHERE’S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does your best friend live?&lt;br /&gt;PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where did you last go?&lt;br /&gt;to the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where did you last hang out?&lt;br /&gt;At home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where do you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt; at work.  (I work at a hotel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE DO’S/DOES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want something right now?&lt;br /&gt;Money, so I can stop worrying about it.  And a laptop, because it still sucks that mine died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you think anyone likes you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you ever wish you were someone else?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you know the muffin man?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Does the future scare you?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR WHY’S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why did you get a MySpace?&lt;br /&gt;because my friend told me I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why did your parents give you the name you have?&lt;br /&gt;My Dad's grandmother was named Jennie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why are you doing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;something to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Why did your last relationship end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;I couldn't take his corny jokes anymore, and I couldn't see it going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE IF’S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To grow money trees, just big enough so I could pay my bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't dwell on that shiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you were stranded on a deserted island &amp;amp; could bring 1 thing what would you bring?&lt;br /&gt;Laptop, if I can have internet access and power!  ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO WOULD-YOU-EVER’S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever shave your head for a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE LAST QUESTION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;meh......but I see more questions below....liar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;————————————————————————–&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where​ is the boy/girl you want most? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where I can't have him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where​ will you be 3 hours​ from now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is the last person you kissed? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where​ do you want to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment, Right here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person of the opposite sex to text you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you make yours​elf sneeze? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your current mood? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. AM. FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you doing ​tomorrow? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person to sleep ​in your bed besides yours​elf? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think​ you would​ make a good boyfriend / girlfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where​ were you at 9am this morning? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the grocery store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose​ bedroom were you in last? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do you feel the way you feel? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I am fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you yelled at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my boss.  long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to right​ now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hum of my computer.  pay attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How has the week been? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend kind of sucked.  Fuck Verizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there​ something you wish you could​ tell someone but can’​​​​t? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who’​​​​d you last kiss?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already answered this, scroll back up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you sleep​ with the TV on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you too forgiving? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where​ are your parents right​ now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is probably at work, Dad is at home, working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you miss? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing​ you put in your mouth​? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;straw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you single? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes (sigh)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could​ have any car, what would​ it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chevy Avalanche would be pretty sweet.  Or a Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you stressed out about​? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many windows are open on your computer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One window, three tabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past week have you gotten sick? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the past week have you gotten a hair cut?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had my hair cut since May!  Need to work on that&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-6879023819410662683?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/6879023819410662683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=6879023819410662683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6879023819410662683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/6879023819410662683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/does-last-person-you-kissed-hate-you.html' title='This is way too long.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-7501373430503391511</id><published>2008-11-12T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:40:49.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back online.....sorta.</title><content type='html'>So, I am posting from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is still dead.  I took it to BestBuy and the dude there said it is likely the motherboard.  I could pay to have a true diagnosis, but he said that I am probably better off just buying a new one, and I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am posting from my desktop, which I haven't used in a while, and it is kind of a pain in the ass.  My landlord lets me use her wireless so I bought a Wireless adapter flibbity, and it works....somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping my fingers crossed that Black Friday will present some good deals of the online variety, because I am not going to fight some unwashed, toothless wonder to save a couple hundred bucks.  No thanks.  I have rage, remember?  It is best for me to stay away from the public on Black Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I am way behind on blogs, etc.  The only place I have had internet access is at work, and I have to be careful, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is work, you ask?  Don't ask.  That is a rant for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will close with the following, which I stole from another blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Have you ever had a moving violation? An auto accident? That was your fault?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have had a speeding ticket and a ticket for "failure to yield to a pedestrian"&lt;/strong&gt;, which was total bullshit and I would kick that cops ass if given the chance.  Lying bastard.  I have been in one auto accident, 13 years ago, that was luckily a minor one, and no, it was not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever voted? How old was your were you the first time you voted?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have voted in every presidential election since 1996, and some others.  I was 18 the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3. Are you glad this election cycle is over?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMFG YES.  The only other thing I will say about it is that I am not sure I would have been happy either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;4. Do you have guilty pleasure? What is it (or are they)?&lt;/strong&gt;   My laptop definitely was.  It sucks so bad not having one.  That and Diet Pepsi Max.  And Coach bags.   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;5. What is the most embarrassing thing you have done recently?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I honestly can't think of anything really recently.  I probably just jinxed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Bonus: How much impact has the Wall Street and general economic wilt had on you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know that Wall Street has had much of an impact, but economically I am kind of fucked.  I am making more than I ever have, but am living in a pretty expensive area.  Not sure what I am gonna do about that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For weekly TMI Tuesday questions, click &lt;a href="http://www.tmituesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get back to watching the country music awards.  I was very happy that my all time fave George Strait won the first award, and probably would have turned the tv off had Kenny Chesney won.  (I like him, but come on.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-7501373430503391511?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7501373430503391511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=7501373430503391511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7501373430503391511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7501373430503391511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back-onlinesorta.html' title='I&apos;m back online.....sorta.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-4120515206477362061</id><published>2008-11-03T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:38:57.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This still sucks</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read all kinds of shiz online (stayed late at work!) and took the damn thing apart....with no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that he thinks I just need a new AC Adaptor, which would be sweet, but I am not too hopeful. I am going to try though!! Just waiting to get it in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, though, I do not have as much time to be on this shiz. Gotta be careful at work and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be interesting....I can't wait until this election is OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.  and can anyone tell me WTF happened to yahoo mail??  SO. ANNOYING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-4120515206477362061?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4120515206477362061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=4120515206477362061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4120515206477362061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4120515206477362061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-still-sucks.html' title='This still sucks'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-1247816590521152122</id><published>2008-10-31T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:27:11.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This. sucks.</title><content type='html'>My laptop is dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was using it today and it just suddenly shut off.  No power whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a desktop, but haven't used it in probably a year.  And I have wireless only at my new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I of course don't have the money to buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna fast to save money for one though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I am kidding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-1247816590521152122?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1247816590521152122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=1247816590521152122&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1247816590521152122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1247816590521152122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-sucks.html' title='This. sucks.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-3324223268444258737</id><published>2008-10-30T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:12:53.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can has Woppar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.superpoop.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="superpoop.com" src="http://www.superpoop.com/102408/we-out-of-meet.jpg" width="550" height="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superpoop.com"&gt;superpoop.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-3324223268444258737?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/3324223268444258737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=3324223268444258737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3324223268444258737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/3324223268444258737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-has-woppar.html' title='I Can has Woppar?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-5844011018095266380</id><published>2008-10-30T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:30:47.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W.O.M.B.A.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;aste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;oney,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;rains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You should really know what that means, because I use it a lot, and I don't want you to get confused and think I am referring to one of these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/wombat" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i459.photobucket.com/albums/qq311/GPlachy/WombatVC1.jpg" alt="Old Wombat Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Don't say I didn't learn anything in college!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-5844011018095266380?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5844011018095266380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=5844011018095266380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5844011018095266380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5844011018095266380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/wombat.html' title='W.O.M.B.A.T'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-1134789759138541210</id><published>2008-10-30T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:05:41.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I am watching the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see why I don't watch it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are talking about the news anchor who was beaten to death in her bed, and a 29 year old Long Island woman who was killed by her husband (who then tried to cover it up, playing the grieving husband) last weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically they are saying that this is a "War on Women".  The whole thing pissed me off because it makes it sound like there aren't any men being killed.  Obviously, all of these stories are HORRIBLE, but this is not a new thing.  I don't mean to sound callous, but think of all the people who have been killed by their spouses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a crime against women issue, I see it as a crime against people issue.  (I hope that doesn't sound stupid, I am not feeling too eloquent at the moment.)  Maybe I am wrong, maybe it does happen a lot more against women, but listening to this panel talk about it, it just rubbed me the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also commented how Jennifer Hudson has kept the the man who killed her family members as a myspace friend.  They are using that example to show that women go for men who are no good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?  First of all, he wasn't HER boyfriend.  Second of all, she just lost her mother, her brother, and her nephew.  Maybe myspace isn't her first priority??  WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I ranted, and I will stop now.  I will be back later if I can think of how better to word this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-1134789759138541210?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1134789759138541210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=1134789759138541210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1134789759138541210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1134789759138541210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-am-watching-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-7890443820136457163</id><published>2008-10-28T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:01:12.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CMT Giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;George Strait will be among several Country Music Stars that will be on hand to honor Alan Jackson during the taping of the special 'CMT GIANTS'. The show will be recorded before a 'Live' sold out audience at the Ryman Auditorim in Nasvhille on October 30th.&lt;br /&gt;George Strait will perform two numbers for the show, including Jackson's signature hit 'Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning'. He will also sing a duet with Jackson on the song 'Country Boy'&lt;br /&gt;The show is expected to premier on CMT on Saturday, December 6th at 8pm Central Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That is awesome, I love AJ, and the Reba Giants show was great, but they NEED to give George Strait his own Giants show!  That would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on it CMT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-RtJ4hy-GrM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-RtJ4hy-GrM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-7890443820136457163?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7890443820136457163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=7890443820136457163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7890443820136457163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7890443820136457163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/cmt-giants.html' title='CMT Giants'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-2654205243323242908</id><published>2008-10-28T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:55:23.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>I love this video.....AND GEORGE STRAIT!  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqILbKxedU0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqILbKxedU0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE tour again soon George?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could find a video of "Designated Drinker"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this one is good too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5drmBXSM-HM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5drmBXSM-HM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am NOT a fan of Hank Jr, but I love this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95BwLrPtguQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95BwLrPtguQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-2654205243323242908?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2654205243323242908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=2654205243323242908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/2654205243323242908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/2654205243323242908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-1127982445003631806</id><published>2008-10-27T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:52:29.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog sucks ass.</title><content type='html'>So, basically I am doing a really good job at being a fucking slacker today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved into my apartment in August.  That, for those of you who are mathematically challenged, was nearly 3 months ago.  And I am STILL not unpacked.  My apartment looks like a bomb hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last apartment was realllly small.  I couldn't wait to actually have room again.  So, now I have an actual bedroom and an actual living room, and no motivation to PUT SHIT AWAY.  Seriously.  WTF?  I had today off and haven't done shit!  Well, unless you count spending way too much time on the interet, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I was on youtube.  It's an addiction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, my apartment sucks because it is so damn messy.  My blog kind of sucks, but maybe that is because it is new, and I have some kind of writers block.  I read all these other blogs, and well, they kick my blog's ass.  HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess if I bitch here I won't be kicking the shit out of living room furniture in a frenzied rage.  (That is a story for another time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Eddie Izzard will explain, perfectly, why I was never a band geek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fi7Y6MFWns&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fi7Y6MFWns&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-1127982445003631806?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1127982445003631806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=1127982445003631806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1127982445003631806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1127982445003631806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-blog-sucks-ass.html' title='This blog sucks ass.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-296316282671999672</id><published>2008-10-27T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:54:05.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highwaymen</title><content type='html'>I can't watch this video enough.  I have seen Willie live, but it must have been amaaaazing to see them all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uw1bHaUk1CM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uw1bHaUk1CM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one....Waylon is (was...RIP) effin awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnEtRUcKGwc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnEtRUcKGwc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you watch the earlier video of him singing this song, he looks EFFED. UP.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one, because DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e9aE4k6kldc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e9aE4k6kldc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nassau Coliseum.  FucCCCCCKKKKk, to have seen these dudes live.  JEALOUS.  It is kinda weird to think of those dudes there, so close to where I live now!  (You stalkers don't need to know how close!  =] ha ha. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more videos on youtube.  Seriously, check. them. OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much respect for people who can play like these dudes.  I probably should have taken some kind of lessons, because I love to watch the instrumentals.  I will post another video at some point that perfectly explains why I never took lessons, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  Had to add this one, for my Dad......LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_r0fKL0Pvvk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_r0fKL0Pvvk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONGGGGGGGG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-296316282671999672?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/296316282671999672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=296316282671999672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/296316282671999672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/296316282671999672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/highwaymen.html' title='Highwaymen'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-7229066317585879343</id><published>2008-10-27T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:25:10.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norah Jones - Johnny Cash Tribute</title><content type='html'>Just watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ufjeTqOhuM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ufjeTqOhuM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-7229066317585879343?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7229066317585879343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=7229066317585879343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7229066317585879343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7229066317585879343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/norah-jones-johnny-cash-tribute.html' title='Norah Jones - Johnny Cash Tribute'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-4587138832689196886</id><published>2008-10-26T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:00:59.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I probably need help...</title><content type='html'>but this shit cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-Wd-Q3F8KM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-Wd-Q3F8KM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-4587138832689196886?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4587138832689196886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=4587138832689196886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4587138832689196886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4587138832689196886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-probably-need-help.html' title='I probably need help...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-5608879397058413336</id><published>2008-10-26T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:34:21.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>So, I work at a hotel.  A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;limited service&lt;/span&gt; hotel.  That means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no restaurant&lt;/span&gt;.  That also means that you are paying less than you would at a full service hotel, so do ya think you could STFU about the free breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMBATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WOMBAT:  Waste Of Money, Brains, And Time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that these are the same asshats who would bitch, moan, and complain if the rates went up to accommodate their desire for "hot eggs and meat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because think about it.  Not only would we have to install cooking facilities, but those food items cost money, we would need more employees, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people also bitch that we don't have conditioner.  When I stay at hotels, I bring my own shampoo and conditioner because isn't it well known that hotel shampoo kind of sucks?  At least at limited service hotels?  Granted at some of the higher end places they probably have better quality stuff, but we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the same people who say "That's not what I paid last year".  Try that at a gas station, or most any other business for that reason.  Why is it okay to haggle at hotels?  I don't have time to teach you economics, supply and demand, and all the other shiz that you should know by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate customers are the worst.  I wish I could say "You mean to tell me your company hasn't raised its rates in the last year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-5608879397058413336?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/5608879397058413336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=5608879397058413336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5608879397058413336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/5608879397058413336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-2686309412420911602</id><published>2008-10-26T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:00:23.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I can't think of anything else to write about...</title><content type='html'>I saw this on another blog, and since I have had "blogger's block", I figured I would do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone reads anyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the post, the player tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blog and leave a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living in my first apartment, working at the BW.  I had just started at that job and kind of hated it.  I thought the manager was a complete prick.  But I stuck it out, and now I love that guy (not like that, ya pervs!) and I am working in another hotel.  So, I guess things happen for a reason.  Oh yeah, and I was dating my first bf.  But that is a whole 'nother post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are 5 things on my to-do list today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is Sunday, so not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have to go get my car from the hotel (had a few Jack &amp;amp; Cokes last night, so I didn't drive home.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I will probably watch "Things We Lost in The Fire"&lt;br /&gt;3.  I really should do some shiz around my apartment.  (That counts as way more than one thing though, believe me.)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Need to find my iPod.  (That counts as a whole thing...you haven't seen my apartment!)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Again, it's Sunday.  Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;Cheeeeeeese.&lt;br /&gt;Milk Duds, but they make my jaw hurt sometimes, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Panera Bread Asiago Cheese Bagels with Sundried Tomato Cream Cheese  (wait, I guess that is a meal...)&lt;br /&gt;Macadamia Nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that is all i can think of right now.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Places I’ve lived:  Adirondacks (you stalkers don't need to know more than that, lol), Plattsburgh, NY, Long Island, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Things I’d do if I were a billionaire, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;Pay off my bills,&lt;br /&gt;buy a Corvette, a Cadillac, a Chevy Avalanche, a Plymouth Prowler, some kind of older convertible, and pay some dude to maintain all my cars,&lt;br /&gt;buy a house and someone to maintain that,&lt;br /&gt;buy another house on the lake near where I grew up, and someone to take care of it.  I am a billionaire, I don't need the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;change my phone number so wombats can't come out of the woodwork looking for a goddamn handout.  (I will be generous, I am not that coldhearted, but you better be deserving!)&lt;br /&gt;Give this dude I work with a whole pile of money.  Medical bills suck ass.  (He is deserving....he has worked his whole life, and continues to even though he is older and is not looking for or expecting a handout. )&lt;br /&gt;Share the wealth with family members and friends, the non-wombats anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever else I felt like doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People I want to know more about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people.  That is why the internet is my friend and time sucker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, if I want to know more about someone, I look them up, it's not that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to know more about my ancestors.  I am not really a history buff except when it comes to family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ihasahotdog.com"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_2271370" style="word-spacing:2271370px;font-size:2271370px;" src="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/10/12/128683476872696279.jpg" alt="P" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://ihasahotdog.com"&gt;cute dogs and puppies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-2686309412420911602?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/2686309412420911602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=2686309412420911602&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/2686309412420911602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/2686309412420911602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/since-i-cant-think-of-anything-else-to.html' title='Since I can&apos;t think of anything else to write about...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-4228375922477127059</id><published>2008-10-16T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:57:51.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT</title><content type='html'>OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am annoyed.  (Shocking, I KNOW.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so effin sick to death of these fucking celebrities foaming at the mouth  and yammering non-stop about politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?  I don't give a flying fuck what Hayden Panawhateverthefuckher name or these other fucking stupid people think about the election.  DO NOT CARE.  They do not influence my vote, and I wish they would STFU already.  In fact, they may influence me in the other direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should watch this video though:  (Did I mention I love him?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1good-Ifdg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1good-Ifdg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking dumb shit Eva Longoria asked him last night who he was going to vote for and he wouldn't answer.  I wish more celebs would follow his example.  And that Eva Longoria would disappear forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-4228375922477127059?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/4228375922477127059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=4228375922477127059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4228375922477127059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/4228375922477127059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant.html' title='RANT'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-7258934522668932565</id><published>2008-10-15T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:41:01.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't vote, you're a moron...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of sort of have a mad crush on Craig Ferguson.  If you don't know who he is, or even if you do, you should watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pdRVQ4xwwmQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pdRVQ4xwwmQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is such a sexy bastard.  I want to climb him like a tree.  (sorry Mom!  ha ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is funny, he wears suits, and that accent...GRRRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-7258934522668932565?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/7258934522668932565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=7258934522668932565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7258934522668932565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/7258934522668932565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-dont-vote-youre-moron.html' title='If you don&apos;t vote, you&apos;re a moron...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036559480084172177.post-1993225844987196764</id><published>2008-10-15T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:37:29.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?  Is this thing on?</title><content type='html'>Not sure if anyone will read this shiz, but I have been wanting to get back into blogging for awhile, and I finally just decided to start fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those who don't know, this is actually my third blog, and I am always entertained when I go back and read shiz I posted a while ago.  This blog may suck, but that's your problem.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally graduated with a Bachelor's Degree in May, and then shortly after got a job and moved 7-8 hours away. I can't just go home (to where I grew up) on a whim, which is kind of weird. =]&lt;br /&gt;Plus I am working kind of a weird schedule, and work has been kind of stressful due to staff changes, etc. BUT I know that it is bound to get better, so I am just trying to get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT is one reason I am going to try and write more. So, yeah, I may be ranty from time to time. However, I am not a complete dumbass so I will have to be careful about how I go about doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a roll though....rambling already in my first post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going to do a survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60 Questions People Dont Ask Survey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you ran? - HA HA HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them? - One pair does&lt;br /&gt;What are you dreading right now? - not really dreading anything, really nervous about my boss having to have chemo though.&lt;br /&gt;Do you celebrate 420? - No&lt;br /&gt;Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep a night? - Probably not&lt;br /&gt;If anyone came to your house on your "lazy days" what would ya'll do? - watch bad tv&lt;br /&gt;Who last grabbed your ass? - it's been awhile!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on your school's track team? - HA HA HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a pair of Converse? - No&lt;br /&gt;Did you copy and paste this survey? - No&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat raw cookie dough? - YES&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kicked a vending machine? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when the radio ruins good songs by playing them over and over? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch Trading Spaces? - I have, but it's been awhile&lt;br /&gt;How do you eat oreos? - I stick them in my mouth and chew. How else would you eat them?Have you ever stayed online for a very long time waiting for someone? - I have stayed online for a very long time, but I wasn't waiting for anyone&lt;br /&gt;Are you cocky? - I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;Could you live without a computer? - I could, but it would suck. Then again, I would probably be more productive, at least in my personal life!&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear your shoes in the house? - Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Who or what sleeps with you? - Just me&lt;br /&gt;At what age did you find out that Santa wasn't real? - idk&lt;br /&gt;How many phones, house phones and cell phones are in your house? - I only use my cellphone but I do have some others around&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you're sad? - sleep&lt;br /&gt;Who would you call first if you won the lottery? - prob My parents&lt;br /&gt;Last time you saw your best friend? - too long ago&lt;br /&gt;Are you in high school? - NO.&lt;br /&gt;What jewelry are you wearing? - Two rings, two earrings&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone on your bad side now? - not really&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you do when you get online? - check email&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch Grey's Anatomy? - No&lt;br /&gt;How do most people spell your name? - the right way&lt;br /&gt;Would you wear a boy/girlfriends clothes? - sure&lt;br /&gt;Where do you work? - in the hospitality industry&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow? - idk&lt;br /&gt;Is Justin Timberlake becoming the next Michael Jackson? - who cares&lt;br /&gt;Favorite name for a girl? - I don't really have one&lt;br /&gt;Favorite name for a boy? - Jack&lt;br /&gt;Will you keep your last name when you get married? - Possibly...I have thought about it&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you left your house? - a few hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Do you return your cart? - Usually&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a dishwasher? - No&lt;br /&gt;What noise do you hear? - The last Presidential debate&lt;br /&gt;Would you survive in prison? - ya got me&lt;br /&gt;Who is the youngest in your family? - in my immediate family, my sister&lt;br /&gt;If all of your friends were going on a road trip, who would most likey overpack? - ME.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone with the same name as you? - Duh&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing you purchased? - nail polish&lt;br /&gt;Do your siblings ever pay for stuff for you? - not usually&lt;br /&gt;What brand are your pants right now? - J Crew&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to Georgia (the state)? - nope&lt;br /&gt;What irritates you most on the internet? - MUAH! and bad spelling&lt;br /&gt;What brand is your digital camera? - Kodak&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch movies with your parents? - I have&lt;br /&gt;What song best describes your life right now? - Is there a song called "Paying My Dues"?&lt;br /&gt;Do you own expensive perfume/cologne? - define expensive&lt;br /&gt;Are you taking college classes right now? - nope, and it feels kind of weird!&lt;br /&gt;Do you like sushi? - Never had it, probably never will&lt;br /&gt;Do you get your hair cut every month? - not even close&lt;br /&gt;Do you go online everyday? - yes&lt;br /&gt;Will you pass this survey on to 5 people? - No&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8036559480084172177-1993225844987196764?l=jennejenne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/feeds/1993225844987196764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8036559480084172177&amp;postID=1993225844987196764&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1993225844987196764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8036559480084172177/posts/default/1993225844987196764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennejenne.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-is-this-thing-on.html' title='Hello?  Is this thing on?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16093184039627640221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FplvEyNcoz8/S4sXXrMHfrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/E83Nyj-bgMc/S220/eyes2010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
