various artists, et al

here i am, broke as hell and i've been donating (though small amounts of) moneys to public radio stations. but i swear, if a few of them weren't around - i don't think i would have made it through work for the past 4 months.

been going to fancy magazine openings (well, just one) where people like those below go to hang out. it's like high school, laguna beach and sorority parties rolled into one and on steroids. the sf posh is a hilarious scene to observe. thank GOD i was wearing a black shirt so i could fit in. *sarcasm, thanks*

been unusually warm around these parts - havent had to wear a scarf in about 2 weeks. subsequently been running like mad in the mornings. below is a map of all of my jogs to this point. this map also conveys via metaphoric imagery (?) how i am slowly taking over this city.

my jogs (i.e. sf reconnaisance missions) are frequent, but in-office feasting and visits to the 18 delish restaurants 15 footsteps away are constant. this is resulting in jen gaining 3.6 lbs of fat/muscle every 22 hours. yes amanda, i too am dealign with the 'fat pants' scenario. am also becoming increasingly aghast to the fact that in any and all recent photos of me, i look like a football player. defenceman, even. thank God the rate of weight addition will increase to 3.6 lbs/6 hours starting wednesday.

been doing minimal hanging out, being that my 2 friends that are girls are out of town and i have cut communication with all boys to one pointless phone call each week. ha. miss my family a ton - wish i had my approximately 34 cousins with me right now, even the crazy ones. how lame am i. how very lame.

wish i had more craaaaaazy stories to share with you, but unfortuatenyl they're all work (i.e. boredom) related.

film/cookie-making/rudy time. keep it 'real'. jen.