save yourself

this has taken me a while. everything is going on, everything is crazy and crazy is doing my head in. at work, at home and in my dreams, my life has taken on gigantic proportions of uncertainty. but enough excuses!

here's the game. here are the rules:

link to the person who tagged you. post six random things about yourself. tag six people. let each person know they have been tagged by commenting on their blog. let the blogger who tagged you know that your entry is up...

1. since moving away from home at 17, i have never lived alone. not once. this means i have never lived alone in my ENTIRE life. except in my head.

2. i don't drive. this is because i'm afraid to. i once crashed a friend's dad's car into a corn field when we were teenagers (or maybe it was a pumpkin patch). i really miss that friend.

3. there's currently someone important in my life who is super mad at me and i don't even know why. he's too mad to talk to me about it and i am utterly clueless as to what i have done.

4. if i still did drugs, my drug of choice would be acid. it's also the drug i have taken most recently.

5. i have read gone with the wind 10 times.

6. my sisters and i once raised and taught two baby birds to fly. then we released them in a cemetery. their names were jake and elwood. i hope they lived full, cat-free lives.


sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye:
justJENN
more kisses please
meli-mello
apples n' honey
maskis (where are you, my love??)
mimi smartypants

oh, hey. by the way...

thanks for studiously ignoring this the other day.

harry hooper living in number 10, bought a toupee, glued it to his head...

if i have to hear the words, "i need you, boo. i gotta see you, boo", from any radio station, car stereo, shopping centre, craptastic countdown or poncey playlist anytime in the next 20 or so years, i might have a machine gun-toting meltdown. top of the bell tower, that's where you'll find me. and it doesn't help any that bun keeps singing it like "i need to poo. i really need to poo". between him and chris brown, i feel like sticking my head in a blender and turning it on. at least then i wouldn't have to hear r&b. or country music. or classic rock. or easy listening favourites. too bad my big, fat head won't fit in a blender. even the big-ass, square, professional kind.