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Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007
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11:20 am
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i think my life would be better if i listened to more bruce springsteen.
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| Friday, August 10th, 2007
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10:31 am - 25.
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it's friday morning.
i can hear the rain outside in the courtyard and the bus decompressing on the street. it's ten thirty, but it's still dark. i like it that way. my apartment is glowing from the light of my computer screen.
ventured out to the bakery with the tin ceiling. the journey was littered with brownstones, and i like it that way. a raspberry scone and a skim latte for breakfast.
waiting for bridget to get here; her flight has been delayed and there was an explosion of expletives when she found out last night that new york cabs won't take credit.
it feels like fall this morning. new york is best in the fall.
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| Thursday, August 9th, 2007
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9:00 pm - for rachel.
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dearest rachel,
it is the eve of my 25th birthday. i am dedicating this long lost entry to you.
can't wait to see you when you get to new york!
jx
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| Thursday, August 17th, 2006
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12:49 pm - JP (freaky initials coincidence, i think not.)
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so let's talk about jeremy piven, shall we?
my hotmail inbox is constantly barraged my junk email and random lists i thought at one time or another it was wise to subscribe to. one of them happens to be gap.com.
on another boring day at work (namely today) i was intrigued by the 'make your own t-shirt event' email at the 59th and lex store. upon further investigation, all the t-shirt graphics were of course totally lame as the gap slowly slides into nothingness, but on the gap.com homepage is none other than mr. jeremy piven.
poor jeremy. i know you're a big celebrity now and obviously are in dealings with gap and linsday lohan is whoring herself out to you at your birthday party in a flesh-colored bikini, but i just wanted to let you know something.
i loved you before you were on entourage, before you somehow replaced that bald-spot on your head with natural-looking hair. you're hot like a man, but were always a little too old for me; it's taken time, but i've accepted reality.
i've loved you since PCU. since ellen. since the horrible miami rhapsody. since the short-lived but loved by me romantic-drama sitcom cupid. that craptacular b-independent movie you made called 'just write' where you were a down-trodden trolley driver turned screen writer after a series of crazy events that made you love the girl-lose the girl-end up with the girl. i've loved you as john cusack's side-kick, as grace alders three-some loving fuck buddy, and later as the gay man cameo at the versace store in rush hour two. and of course, i love you in entourage.
and now you're more famous than ever, getting recognition long-since deserved.
but i'll tell you this: don't let the fame get to your head. because if you start getting all uber-famous and become a larger-than-life asshole, i will never forgive you.
now, let's hug it out bitch.
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| Wednesday, August 9th, 2006
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2:00 pm - for my birthday///
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tomorrow is my twenty-forth birthday.
for my birthday, i would like passion coladas, and for a man to give me this:
(3rd one down)
(and the close up. oi.)
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| Thursday, August 3rd, 2006
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11:51 am - a momentous occasion
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so, when i was on the subway last night at 2:15 a.m., coming back from fun night with rachel, ben, and the gang, something momentous happened.
i got a drunken text message. from bridget.
never in my life. i think i have gotten one, maybe two, drunk dials from her. ever.
needless to say, i was amused.
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| Thursday, July 27th, 2006
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2:41 pm - potion number 10.
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back from holiday. it's been a whole week. seems like a long hiatus. into the swing of things. non-date was just that; he was uber-preppy and mildly nice, in one of those generic-kinds of ways.
not hot like a man or sexually attractive in any way. i'm beginning to think there's something wrong with me; the biggest city in the country and not one suitable single man. that can't be, right?
was watching sabrina (again) last night (the original, not the crappy harrison ford remake). i think it is one of my very favorite movies, if for nothing but the looks that bogie gives her. those smoldering looks.
what else? i've decided i must move to regain my sanity, which is either happening september first or when jenna decides to arrive. realistically, it is probably something more like october first.
so, on vacation, i was unusually happy. so happy that elizabeth made the comment 'jennie, you're actually happy. i mean, you're really smiling'. is it just a general demeanar (? however you spell it); am i apparently that miserable all the time that a great evening is that apparent? i'd like to think not.
although perfect nights are few and far between. i think it has to do with company, with circumstances, with events, and with the perfect level of drunkenness. offhand the last one i can remember being so good waking up still in bliss was billie holiday. that was a really, really good night.
and the next question: do people live their lives being that happy more than once every three years? i'm not talking about going out and having a great time; i'm certainly not miserable and depressed.
but having a great night with friends; a night that you don't ever want to end. so happy that you smile at nothing; that things are a bit hazy. something so good you wake up in a great mood smiling the next morning not quite knowing why.
i need to figure out how to bottle this and apply when needed.
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| Friday, July 21st, 2006
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2:32 pm
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| Wednesday, May 10th, 2006
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9:44 am - an oxymoron.
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in the light of me being ultra-productive (and of course i am now on day 2), am updating my journal.
no, don't think of it as wasting time, think of it as being informative, because i will have no time to breathe in the next 3 weeks.
that's when the summer issue of the magazine goes to print.
we still have no art director.
we have expanded the size of the book. it is not only bigger, it is 200 pages.
did i mention probably 30 pages are done?
i am so fucked.
that being siad, it is almost 10 am. i have already been to the post office, trader joes, and gotten breakfast from my adorable gay cart man. and i've been at work since 9 30.
i rock.
(let's see how long i can keep this up for.)
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| Thursday, April 20th, 2006
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12:03 pm - useless
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today i am slightly (read: pretty) hungover and utterly useless.
i want to go home and sleep.
and eat lasagna.
oh, to be a fat cat.
AND i'd get to be sarcastic. and have a cuddly teddy bear.
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| Tuesday, April 18th, 2006
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12:30 pm - that's my cousin!
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so we had a picnic on sunday to celebrate the easter bunny. or the anti-christ.
hell, the holiday was just the excuse.
there was lots of great food and great drinks and all the men were excited about all the meat that was cooked on the grill (i of course partook (is that a word) in the most excellent of veggie burgers.)
so, i'm chilling in the backyard with a beer and chad comes up and says, 'hey, um, jennie? kelly wants you to come inside. there's something wrong with the stove.'
now, considering that the stove is both a source of gas and fire, as well as being the thing responsible for making the grilled cheese sandwiches that are my livelihood, i get my ass to the ktichen. toute de suite.
'there's something wrong with the stove' happens to be the understatement of the century. if he would have said 'jennie, the stove is on fire--engulfed in mad amounts of seizing flames', well, that would have more accuratly described the situation.
did i mention that i have a totally ghetto stove? one of the front burners does not work. i didn't feel the need to metion this, as we were done with the cooking. we were in the eating and drinking and eating and eating stage of the day. but apparently kelly was trying to reheat some asparagus and boil some water to shrink wrap easter eggs with those plastic sleeves. at the same time. using two front burners. what was she thinking?
but i digress. something had happened to the burner that didn't work when she tried to use it. the knob got stuck in the on position, and somehow it got lit (the gas doesn't come out right, and also the pilot doesn't work). but the burner is not on fire from where it's supposed to be, from the little pilot tube that lights it, oh no. the fire wasn't actually coming from the burner at all, we realized when we lifted up the top of the stove. somehow the gas line that comes up from the belly of the steel beast got lit, and hence, the mass amounts of flame. underneath the top of the stove.
so, we're trying to figure out what the fuck we should do. because extinguishing the fire isn't really going to help, as the mass amounts of gas billowing into my kitchen with the possibitily of a spark is not such a good idea. plus, i don't even know if i have a fire extingusher. oh, we tried to blow to succumb the flames. no dice. and did i mention that i have no idea where the gas line is?
this is when i get on the phone to the landlord. i'm a little drunk, using chad's phone. 'um, this is jennie from the basement apartment. my stove's on fire. there's lots of fire! how do we turn off the gas! help?' to which he replies 'I WILL BE RIGHT THERE.' THANK GOD.
so, at this point we're wondering if we should get the hell out of there. as gas+fire=explosion. but i really don't think it's going to blow up, hence the fire from the continuing explusion of gas. but we decided it was best to back away. not before, however, chad replies 'i'm just going to get another beer first.'
so the landlord literally gets there three minutes later (bless his heart. actually. no. not. he's the one who wouldn't replace the ghetto stove. damn him. but i'm glad he showed up and took care of the problem. i think he was jsut happy i didn't call the fire department.)
and now the best part. i am getting a new stove. it showed up yesterday, and he's coming back with the right tools today. and i'm salivating. it's beautiful. and new and wonderful. it's everything i could have hoped for and more.
so here's to my cousin---thank you for almost setting my kitchen on fire. maybe next time you can make you way towards the bathroom?
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| Tuesday, April 11th, 2006
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2:48 pm
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i would like to insert a meaningful update here.
unfortunately,
a) i don't really feel like it.
b) i have nothing to say.
well, that's not entirely true, but i don't feel like getting into it all now.
so i suppose a) is true, while b) is not.
bonus points:
for the trigonomentry inclined, what does that make c)?
i love how i sit here all day and am never involved with anything. sometimes i feel like i don't exist. a 'meeting' happened right behind me yesterday (literally. all i had to do was turn my chair around and i was in it) and no one even bothered to invite me.
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| Thursday, April 6th, 2006
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11:05 am - small things.
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last night, a very small miracle occurred.
went out and got wasted and invariably ended up at bmw dave's apartment. which is a lot closer to union square than i thought it was. when he says that he lives in the 'east village', that is somewhat of a lie. well, maybe not so much of a lie as a stretch of the truth. or neighboorhood, as it were. it's probably technically the east village, but anyways. i digress.
so going to his apartment made me feel actually *slightly* better about mine. yes, he lives on manhattan. yes, he can fit a desk in his bedroom. however, he pays twice as much as i do, and the rest of his apartment is the size of a shoebox. there isn't enough room in the living room for a couch, tv, and coffeetable. the kitchen has a tiny stove and tiny fridge. the bathroom is about the same size as kelly's, with one of those baby tubs that i think was designed specifically for nyc apartments.
i like bathrooms that i can pile my dirty clothes in.
it's the small things in life, mind.
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| Monday, April 3rd, 2006
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3:58 pm - space. myspace, your space. we all have space.
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the move is complete. am now on the 15th floor, in my new space.
let's review shall we. i'm a freelancer, i've worked here for two months. my office possessions consist of the blank cds and dvds i've managed to procure on my fun adventures through disneyland (never forget the it's a small world hold music) and the office supplies that were in my old desk when i first started. these include: a stapler, extra staples, a tape dispenser, 2 pens, 2 sharpies, a highlighter, post-its, and two boxes of paperclips.
i now work suppounded by three walls, a set of drawers, and two filing cabinets in a space probably 2/3 the size of my bedroom.
there's a lot of space here. more than post-its can take up, that's for sure. i managed to fill about 2 inches of the bottom of a moving box. some offices had 11. i bet whichever mover got assigned to my cubicle absolutely loved me. he probably got to take an extra hour for lunch.
i now have fuzzy walls with t-pins as well.
we've decided that we should start re-inacting battles with little figurines with all of the extra space.
ah, the space.
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| Thursday, March 30th, 2006
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11:35 am - for my excuse, they definitely didn't have this at ikea when i was there.
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or i would have totally snatched it up.
anyone going to ikea? i'll love you forever...
(i'm sorry. i really have nothing better to do.)
if i had a registry, this would be on it. for sure.
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| Wednesday, March 29th, 2006
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12:15 pm - another list. a to-do list.
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1. burn rach the never never never cd.
2. get grey's anatomy from sunday because i missed it. i was supposed to do this last night, but when i got home i went into shut-down mode as soon as i walked in the door.
3. jack's salsa.
4. figure out trip to new hampshire. for easter and chocolate consumption.
5. go to the bank. i think i can do that on the way to kelly's/
6. laura's mom thank you note.
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12:08 pm - ok then.
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since i'm trying to make good use of my internet time, i have conducted another list. of list of things i want to cook. because my cooking skills suck, i never have enough time to cook, and i find myself eating veggie melts, frozen waffles, and ravoli with broccoli on a regular basis.
1. jerk tofu with rice, black beans, mangoes, and whipped sweet potatoes.
2. the awesome cupcakes with fruit in the middle and frosting that rachel was talking about.
3. zucchini bread.
4. crepes. oh so good.
also to buy some dansk cookware.
oh baby.
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| Monday, March 27th, 2006
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12:52 pm - two great and wonderful things.
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1. went to novi yesterday. went to the duck. my cd that was by the duck. i now have them back. the organ and the vibration.
2. i saw my roommate last night. she is breaking up with her boyfriend. TODAY>
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12:24 pm - the one stop shop. (or, in one of the great ironies, an ode to republicans.)
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the whirlwind weekend in michigan included the norm: panera, little caesars, slurpees, relatives, friends, royal oak drunkenness.
however, when i did see chris on saturday, i made him run an errand with me. more specifically, we went to meijers.
i went with the second-hand knowledge of ms. dominguez-benner that they sold malteasers. i found this somewhat hard to believe, as how could i not know that my favourite candy of all time that i thought could only be acquired an ocean away was in fact sitting on the shelves of the M-59 and hayes meijer?
can i just say right now that i was wrong. i have, in my 22 years of living in michigan, vastly underestimated the international food aisle of meijer, which is truly the one-stop shop.
while i have been down that aisle in the past, because that's where the green enchilada sauce lives, i just never took the time to stop and revel in the glory of the selection of fine international foods.
let's start out with what i bought: malteasers (of course), ryvita crackers, the awesome columbian coffee in the yellow can i used to drink with the immediates, and of course the green enchilada sauce. oh, and a random impulse buy of the snyders honey-mustard pretzel bites. they were on sale.
now let's talk about what i resisted, or at least was impressed by: the bonne maman jelly (jam) i used to buy in england, all of those weird concentrates that you add water to to make squash, digestives, milk-chocolate digestives, pg tips, chovolate-covered hob knobs, salad cream (ick), the HP sauce, also the HP sweet sauce (double ick), yorkies (ew.), other wonderful candy bars i've never heard of, and last, but not least, kit kats.
oh yes, meijers does indeed sell american kit kats. but in the british aisle, they sell the british kit kats. and while you may find this hilarious and redundant, let me explain something to you. i was slightly in awe of this. because, in fact, while british and american kit kats are indeed made and manufactured by the same company, they taste completely different. it's a consistency thing. i have no idea how to explain it.
the only thing that would have been better is if they sold british mars bars and milky ways. ha!
so anyways, kudos to you, mr. meijer, for founding this huge republican corporation that imports my very favourite british foods that i can drive in car to get hassle-free once every six months when i am home. you are indeed the one-stop shop.
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| Thursday, March 23rd, 2006
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12:51 pm - so i'm in love. who needs a man when you can have superb tableware?
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go to rosannainc.com. also by those that brought us the platinum chandelier teacup and saucer set i saw at hudson's over christmas that i absolutely fell in love with.
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