tmi - tl;dr

i was thisclose to deleting my last post but decided against it because it was essentially my saving grace of the day. i have an awesome boyfriend, and amazing roomates(awesome pals i happen to also live with).


i really wasn't in party mode for my birthday this year, and regardless of what i wanted to do, funds to be in party mode weren't at my disposal anyways.

i guess when you live by 'friends as family' as a low cal replacement to real family that isn't there for you, it leaves you feeling like an idiot when your chosen 'family' you think so highly of, doesn't do the same back.

alongside the weather, i guess i'm just overly dissapointed with the outcome of my birthday. but then again , what can a girl do? it's my birthday and i can cry if i want to... that's what.

and more stupid jewelery i stumbled upon at 3:30am that i think is great even though i'd probably never wear it;

birthdays;

you can't do it alone.

i think i've actually turned so bitter i can't enjoy anything anymore.

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i think i've finally had it.

one day maybe i'll own three potato fields.

and to start my day off on a positive note…..

this actually made my morning.

after giving it a thought, i guess its not that bad that bikes are as trendy as blowjobs in public places right now;

at least hipters arent clogging the roads thinking neon Hummers are sweet as fuck.

in ottawa about two years ago, there was this pair of weird Puma bizarro half slipon-ed jogging shoes in white which is also a colour which i'd never want, and i didn't get them at first glance cause they were sooooooo random, but then i ended up having a honeymoon stage for about a month straight dreaming of how much i wanted them so i went back and bought them only to never wear them once, ever, to this day.


the other day on the subway there was a halfpint version of me wearing them that looked like my sour mother and i kinda want to vomit in these unworn shoes and then burn them.

i ate walnuts at noon and spent about ten hours vommiting. i'm feeling exceptionally on top of the world today.

sometimes life is a rave and im wearing a candy necklace.

literally all day ah ah and night.

so apparently im a big ole racist says some twat on livejournal.

also bringing me out of my current livejournal retirement is barmi who commented on my knit puppy hat post from the other day.
thanks for coming out barmi.


as a result, in true jen gillen form...

and the latest inductee to the exclusive realm of those ambushed to shave my roomates neck is annie, fresh in town from sudbury, she enjoys having cats, and being from sudbury - give annie a round of applause for being a good sport.

a few thoughts;

- when wearing a solid colour from head to toe, when you wear brown, you look like a large lean mobile turd.

- if you're wearing golashes, heeled golashes arent a stylish alternative, they just make you look like a rubber ducky of tasteless sky scraper proportions.

- eat curry, not wear it.

the jobhunt is on,

and im gonna slay this bitch.

"Joanna Rytel is a swedish artist. She has celebrated the birthday of her aborted child, sabotaged the Miss Sweden competition on live television and stripped for monkeys."

i feel as though her artist bio is the only one that rivals mine.

yesterday i had my first day of rehab treatment for my leg.
yep, a full hour of muscle isolations, thigh clenching, toe pointing, butt squeezing exercises.

basicly a very PG-rated, hospital themed, made-for-tv porno.

i also made friends in the waiting room this time, im sure you could imagine how thrilled i was with some pink bandana-ed assclown sharing incident stories , and a third party bill cosby as the peanut gallery.

without all the added iranian drama, i really wish i could've earned the title - the blogfather.

i'm on a diet, i'm trying to cut back on iranian drama.

womanizer.

car bash crash: "Me either. I think the cosmos are out of wack. Hopefully Malibu is more PEACEFUL"
rockstarjamboree: you love caps.
car bash crash: I do
car bash crash: It helps me express myself
rockstarjamboree: it stresses me out.
rockstarjamboree: i'm really into cottage CHEESE
rockstarjamboree: what.
rockstarjamboree: whats going on.
car bash crash: ok i didn't say the peaceful thing in caps!
car bash crash: i didnt
rockstarjamboree: sure.
car bash crash: i just did it in caps on here
car bash crash: i swear
rockstarjamboree: whatever.
car bash crash: i have no idea why i did it in caps
rockstarjamboree: no wonder she hates you already.
car bash crash: i am so serious
car bash crash: dude
car bash crash: be nice
car bash crash: seriously
car bash crash: this is a very sensitive subject
rockstarjamboree: pussy.
rockstarjamboree: i know.
rockstarjamboree: this is IMPERATIVE
rockstarjamboree: i get it.
car bash crash: I just love women
rockstarjamboree: theres a song about you you know
car bash crash: ????
car bash crash: Born To Be Wild?
rockstarjamboree: Womanizer, Woman-Womanizer
You're a womanizer,
Oh womanizer, Oh you're a womanizer, baby
You, you, you are
You, you, you are
Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer
car bash crash: hahahahah


rockstarjamboree: GO TO BED.
car bash crash: uuuuughhhhhh
car bash crash: ok but
rockstarjamboree: no.
car bash crash: should i not worry about this Angelika girl?
car bash crash: honestly
car bash crash: should i not worry about her
rockstarjamboree: i'm just going to keep on spamming this womanizer song as advice from this point on.
car bash crash: Answer me
car bash crash: now
car bash crash: I mean I'm eating Marshmellows
car bash crash: the tiny kind
car bash crash: and everything
rockstarjamboree: Lollipop
Must mistake me as a sucker
To think that I
Would be a victim not another
Say it, play it how you wanna
But no way I'm ever gonna fall for you, never you, baby
car bash crash: ummmmm
car bash crash: Jen
car bash crash: I need words of wisdom
car bash crash: thank you
rockstarjamboree: Womanizer, Woman-Womanizer
You're a womanizer,
Oh womanizer, Oh you're a womanizer, baby
You, you, you are
You, you, you are
Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer
car bash crash: JEN
car bash crash: I need words of WISDOM
rockstarjamboree:
Daddy-O
You got the swagger of a champion
Too bad for you
Just can't find the right companion
I guess when you have one too many, makes it hard
It could be easy, who you are, that's just who you are baby
car bash crash: whatever
car bash crash: suck my dick
rockstarjamboree: XOXOXOOXOXOXOX
car bash crash: BYE
car bash crash: cunt
car bash crash: such a cunt

...still mad at WOW.

sorry julia.

bah humbug.

forecast calls for extreme grumpiness.