10.26.2008
10.22.2008
Pardon Me If I’m Spilling
I’m not that in love with myself anymore. In fact, I’m a little bit turned off. Jesus, was I dramatic or what? And whiny. And too theatrical!
Remind me again why I decided to write for a living? Love is blind indeed.
The only thing I enjoyed reading was my attempt at gonzo journalism when I covered Toby and Arbee’s clash with the badminton titans.
Dude, I should seriously find myself another job.
10.13.2008
Titles are for Dweebs
Frankly, I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for. But it comforts me that I’d probably know it, once I’ve found it. So I guess I should keep looking.
My mantra has always been “Never settle.” Lately, I keep seeing myself as an overage, used, abused, wrinkly, old prune – this at the tender age of 25. Older friends tell me I have got a long way to go, greener pastures to chomp on. But being Jenny means to shit on said pasture rather than graze to my heart’s content.
And I’m way over the whole “finding meaning” stance, I’ve adapted the Absurdist point of view. One’s efforts to find meaning is absurd because there is no meaning. Embrace the nothingness and you will be free. To quote the all-knowing wiki, “…the absurdist’s refusal to hope becomes his singular ability to live in the present with passion”. So here I am, feeling the “now”, on the floor, scrapbooking all my so-called torments, waiting for the passion to commence. Still have to work on that though. Tralalalalala.
It’s none of your business, and you probably would not understand what I am about to say, but I don’t think I’ll come back anytime soon. A tumor is growing and it is getting heavier still. But don’t worry, it’ll pop by itself or maybe it’ll take a life of its own. That and almost anything else is more interesting than the zombie I stare at when I get up in the morning. Plaster on the awkward grin and hold them at bay. They won’t notice, not really. But until then, I’ll see you. And I’d probably kick your ass. Playfully of course.
Toodles Noodles.
Gnashing at a randomly exposed flesh,
JG
P.S. To cement this post as the most disjointed crap ever written, I would like to add that I'm dying to see this film: Let The Right One In.
10.08.2008
Not So Much of a Mystery
Personal biases aside (I’m wrapping up the process of disentanglement), I’ve never seen this side of IT before, which adds a whole new other dimension (a good thing) to something I’ve grown weary of. And if IT and I were still in speaking terms, my detached curious proclivity would take a stab at a friendly discussion and analysis of ITs previously unknown human drama over a cup of tea, miniature sandwiches, and of course, a couch for IT to lie (and I mean all the connotation the word entails) on.
But I must digress off of my intellectual interest in the matter. IT is different from what IT chose to reveal to me, ergo, IT…is none of my business. Har har!
I hope it ends well though.