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About Me

I don't stand out at all. I'm not exotic or unusual and people don't notice me. I'm kind of smart, kind of funny, kind of creative, kind of alcoholic. I'm sort of gay. I can be annoying. I know a little bit about a lot of things. I've been all over the place. I'm like a water spill. My friend Nina is telling me that I'm beautiful, intelligent, spontaneous and talented. Obviously, I've got good friends. She asks, "Did you put that you're a world traveler, that you're well read, that you're an acupuncturist, that you like to dance and that you're a good vegetarian cook?" I say, "Uh, yes, I put that." She also tells me that I tend to lose things, and THAT is the truth. I am a loser. I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4..I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4

My Interests

I like walking in the sun in a country less sterile than the US with a dog and a friend who likes to talk about things like books, movies, politics, science, and human interesty sort of shit and fuck not. Holy crap, that's a good time. I like sleeping and I love playing the geetar.

Music:

Rock and Roll man! And Chinese Opera.

Movies:

BladeRunner, Natural Born Killers, Winter Sleepers,Funny Bones, As Good As It Gets, Chinatown, Casablanca, Alien, The Terminator, any Lars Von Trier movie, Bowling for Columbine and on and on and on....

Television:

I don't watch t.v.. Unless I have a t.v. and then I watch it ALL THE FUCKING TIME!

Books:

I'll read almost anything. I wish people would read more and watch less crap t.v..

My Blog

I get paid to wake

I get paid for waking up. My eyelids are tiny punch cards. They swing open and get punched. But during sleep I'm off the tick toc beat of the mechanical heart that beats...
Posted by Jennifer on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 11:14:00 PST

Feeling greedy and forcing him deeper in me

In Atlanta July is a gripping month. Obese boobs hang like lynched pigs from sweaty spaghetti straps. Perspiration descends the epidermis, grasping. Kudzu slithers around the necks of napping trees. T...
Posted by Jennifer on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 07:04:00 PST

I love him when he's not looking and he's always looking away

i hadn't eaten for days and my labia were hanging like two little emaciated half-moon, skin tags. They try to grab my calfs when i have their arm between my thighs and their hand ho...
Posted by Jennifer on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 08:28:00 PST

The Living blame anybody for anything

Betty sees that it's irrelevant that we are all barely hanging on. What does matter a lot is that people come in different colors, that a red, white and blue swab of cotton is emblamatic of her, ...
Posted by Jennifer on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 05:57:00 PST

fat heads eat necks and are hungry for hearts

He tells me that the problem isn't in my lungs, it's in my throat. He tells me that i want to scream but it's stuck in my throat. I won't let it out. I won't let it go. I want to cry.&n...
Posted by Jennifer on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 09:56:00 PST

The isolated mind

He lives with a vengeance. He has committed crimes against himself: greed, jealousy, vanity, vice, lust, arrogance, insobriety and such and he has fallen into disr...
Posted by Jennifer on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 10:22:00 PST

I flap my dick

A tree fell on the home of a masturbating man. I was in the dumpster at the edge of the parking lot where the masturbating man lived with his eleven cats. This is how I met Kerry. I rus...
Posted by Jennifer on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 07:38:00 PST

The muted tone of misery

The muted tone of misery is like the ceaseless hum of general electricity. If you listen closely it is always on. There's so much I'm thankful for. Suffering is a form of longing. I am motiv...
Posted by Jennifer on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 10:01:00 PST

i paid too much for this puke

i woke up to clues. i'd forgotten how i'd gotten here. first, i found vomit. it was inches from my mouth and it was viscous, burgundy with a tinge of grand marnier.&nb...
Posted by Jennifer on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 12:59:00 PST

I want the unified truth

Betty sits like a school girl on the hungry leather couch and speaks of crumpled up, tossed away things. "I talk too much. I'm doing all the talking". As a security measure she asks her...
Posted by Jennifer on Sat, 21 Oct 2006 08:47:00 PST