you're just sick

for those who assumed, that by *met* i meant something that i didn't - you're just gross. *met* referred to the fact that i talked with the guy for about an hour while over there, but got to know his friends a bit better. geez.

i'm magically transforming into one of those folks inside coffee shops who use laptops. eeeeeh. won't last long though, to be sure.

fantastic conversation with my mother last sunday:
mammy: i just got out of the neil diamond concert! *laughing*
jen: mooom, did you stare at neil's tight little bottom all night. *in a motherly way*
mammy: jennie! nooooooo!

aaaaahhhah... don't get mad please.

wow. i'm a tremendous dork. i swear my life isnt as insane and 'interesting' (ugh) as this silly blog makes it sound. i just live in a cave inside of a hood, and bust outta there a lot via city exploration, staying away from jerks and the yoga/dance/run combo that i've figured out for myself. and miss people a lot.

visit, please. and take care out there.