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Lennon

I am here for Friends

About Me

I'm a Minneapolis transplant from the depths of Battle Creek, Michigan (otherwise known as Home of the Mullet). In my former life, I went by Jenny Bush. Considering the fact that I was teased in 5th grade for having the name of a female donkey (Jenny-Ass) and having the last name of a bullshit, cowboy president - my name has changed.Currently, I'm finishing my degree in writing and attempting to kiss enough ass to get into grad school. (Call me Dr. Sundance) I am the proud and crazed parent of two, lively kids who perfected the art of attitude and sarcasm. (Perhaps they've learned from the best!) I turned 30 last June and so far, nothing exciting has happened....... Except I've perfected the art of chain smoking and drinking espresso.... and I think I've finally moved away from teen angst...maybe...

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Interesting people for absurd conversations and creative thinking. Crazed people who like to go on adventures like secret spies in a noir film. Gnome lovers are encouraged to respond. Anyone who likes to write bizarre, edgy pieces on events that occur in their lives...No boring Poets or self-indulgent hipsters... please....

My Blog

I'm not dying...I' m Valedictorian

    "I hesitate to say this...mmmm...name," says the man on the phone.  His voice is shaky, pitchy, with a unpredictable rhythm to it.  He reminds me of the chemistry geek fro...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Apr 2006 05:12:00 GMT

Pretty Radiant

    Today, I was told I looked pretty.  I wore silly hoop earrings and oversized Jackie O. glasses.  Sequins studded my reproduction rodeo skirt.  What was it that made m...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 15:44:00 GMT

Return of the Prodigal Daughter

I leave in the morning from the post-Soviet airport made of cement and white washed paint.  It's like a prison, cold and damp with guards in gray suits, stiff hats, and mean stares.  Last n...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 23:41:00 GMT

Drive-Thru Dreams

Dreaming about home is a sure sign of being homesick.  It's what I've been dreaming about that is most suprising.  I thought I'd be in techni-color fantasies of flowers, gardens, the softnes...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 23:03:00 GMT

Stranger in a stranger land

Not being able to speak has made my mind wander, fret, worry over everything back at home.  I took a dusty, post-Soviet bus to what they call the "Vatican City."  I stared out the windows at...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 08:42:00 GMT

Revolution of the Puppets

Vahe's mother is shooting him in the ass with antibiotics and novicane in the other room.  The French doors are shut, locking me into the study until the ordeal is over.  He's been sick for ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 01:39:00 GMT

"I am a Whore"

     I've been in Yerevan for several days now, attempting to unravel, unwind a culture I don't quite understand.  Men in leather, black jackets smoke and stare with stony eye...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 06:56:00 GMT

Suitcases and Sex Toys

    I still haven't packed, but I've thought about it.  I've thought about what goes up above, what goes underneath, what gets tucked, or carried on.  I've made a list of book...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 15:11:00 GMT

Suitcases

    I'm leaving in a few days for Armenia - a place I have no background on, other than a lovely, dramatic friend of mine lives there.  I haven't packed yet.  Rolling up tight...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Mar 2006 15:44:00 GMT

The Bird and the Toilet

My posting for book titles has not gone well: Until recently.  Autumn's kids suggested several lucrative titles that may or may not best represent my work.  However, they are clever, dredged...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 18:12:00 GMT