Saturday, February 14, 2009
Sometimes it's hard to feel the love...
How people wear flip flops around this city blows my freaking mind.
I was the only girl on the train without a rose tonight.
Love,
Jenna
Friday, February 13, 2009
Sometimes you might need to be reminded...
...to share the love.
It's Valentine's Day tomorrow.
Sigh...
I mean...duh, who cares.
Love,
Jenna
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Sometimes my nights are...
...so busy that I honestly don't even have time to turn on the computer.
(Awkward pause...)
OKAY, fine, my computer WAS on last night and I wanted to blog. I had every intention of blogging but unfortunately popcorn, couches and bruises got in the way! I'd elaborate but I think it would be best if I let you take this opportunity to exercise your imagination.
(I told my blog I would blog everyday which is why I keep apologizing for missing a day or two here and there. Yes, I'm apologizing to my blog. I've got guilt issues.)
Moving on....
It's been three days since THE GRAMMYS and I haven't said a word about them! I don't have much to say except that Alison Krause and the dude from Led Zeppelin stole the show, winning awards and performing a song I've never heard before. What were they thinking? I have NOT seen that song on itunes top 100 list. Trust me. I mean, they could have at least invited Miley Cyrus to perform with them so people cared!
I didn't see Stevie Wonder perform with the Jonas Brother but come on, really? The Jonas Brother performing with Stevie Wonder is like trying to twitter with Hemingway.
And well, Chris Brown. Dear, dear Chris Brown. Singer of my favorite cell phone ring. And poor, poor Rihanna, singer of my other favorite cell phone ring. It's just not right anymore. How will I know when my phone is ringing? Abuse affects everyone not just the one knocked unconscious. (This situation really is disappointing...Oh no...I feel guilty again...)
FYI...pregnant bellies, sheer tops and polka dots bobbing around on stage give me motion sickness. Apparently M.I.A.'s baby was due on Sunday and yet there she was flopping around on stage with her almost bare belly hanging out. And in polka dots for that matter! GASP! I don't get it. I just don't get it. She's an odd character anyway. Some may even say, she's a terrorist! (At least that's what I read in the NY Times today.) Terrorist or not, she's a freakin' Grammy nominee. Hey, if Wu Tang Clan can win grammys, so can a terrorist. And that is the American way so suck on that. (That was unnecessary...I apologize...)
"I fly like paper, get high like planes..." (That song is craaaazy catchy. That's right, nod your head.)
Oh award shows...
Love,
Jenna
(Awkward pause...)
OKAY, fine, my computer WAS on last night and I wanted to blog. I had every intention of blogging but unfortunately popcorn, couches and bruises got in the way! I'd elaborate but I think it would be best if I let you take this opportunity to exercise your imagination.
(I told my blog I would blog everyday which is why I keep apologizing for missing a day or two here and there. Yes, I'm apologizing to my blog. I've got guilt issues.)
Moving on....
It's been three days since THE GRAMMYS and I haven't said a word about them! I don't have much to say except that Alison Krause and the dude from Led Zeppelin stole the show, winning awards and performing a song I've never heard before. What were they thinking? I have NOT seen that song on itunes top 100 list. Trust me. I mean, they could have at least invited Miley Cyrus to perform with them so people cared!
I didn't see Stevie Wonder perform with the Jonas Brother but come on, really? The Jonas Brother performing with Stevie Wonder is like trying to twitter with Hemingway.
And well, Chris Brown. Dear, dear Chris Brown. Singer of my favorite cell phone ring. And poor, poor Rihanna, singer of my other favorite cell phone ring. It's just not right anymore. How will I know when my phone is ringing? Abuse affects everyone not just the one knocked unconscious. (This situation really is disappointing...Oh no...I feel guilty again...)
FYI...pregnant bellies, sheer tops and polka dots bobbing around on stage give me motion sickness. Apparently M.I.A.'s baby was due on Sunday and yet there she was flopping around on stage with her almost bare belly hanging out. And in polka dots for that matter! GASP! I don't get it. I just don't get it. She's an odd character anyway. Some may even say, she's a terrorist! (At least that's what I read in the NY Times today.) Terrorist or not, she's a freakin' Grammy nominee. Hey, if Wu Tang Clan can win grammys, so can a terrorist. And that is the American way so suck on that. (That was unnecessary...I apologize...)
"I fly like paper, get high like planes..." (That song is craaaazy catchy. That's right, nod your head.)
Oh award shows...
Love,
Jenna
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sometimes there isn't enough time...
...for blogging. This weekend flew by and I missed two days of blogging. Deal. I attempted to write last night but I had a pounding headache due to caffeine withdrawal which made it nearly impossible to function. Apparently I'm an addict, dang it. I'm such a disappointment. Curse you, Diet Coke. Sometimes I hate you! (I don't mean it! I could never hate you. You're my only true friend. I'm sorry...)
So anyway, my topic today: aerial wolf hunting. Ashley Judd has been after Sarah Palin and one of her favorite pasttimes. Come on, Ashley! How else are you supposed to hunt wolves? What do you expect Sarah Palin to do? Put on her wolf costume and jump a wolf with her own two paws? Call up Kevin Costner and go dancing?
Are you telling me, Ashley Judd, that you aren't supposed to kill wolves? Because I heard from this homeless, legless, wandering eyed fortune teller on the subway that if we don't kill wolves aerially they will over populate the world eventually overtaking humans. I totally believe it because I saw Planet of the Apes. I don't know where those ape actors came from but they were incredible. After seeing them, I went to the zoo and couldn't look any of the apes in the eyes. Sarah Palin must have heard the same rumor. Although, wait a minute, she doesn't believe in evolution. So that means she kills wolves because she's a blood thirsty baby making Alaskan Governor! (cue dramatic music)
I don't really understand the feud between AShley Judd and Sarah Palin. Why? Because I don't know why people would hunt wolves and I don't know why people who live far far away from wolf killing care about wolves being killed far far away. I guess I'm heartless. Either way, I've been terrified of wolves since Red Riding Hood was nearly eaten at her Grandmother's house.
I do know one thing: I want Governor Palin to go away. I don't want to hear about her anymore. So Ashley Judd, that means you need to relax and stop making websites called eyesonpalin.org. And Sarah, lay off the aerial wolf hunting. It's creepy. And rather unlady like.
Love,
Jenna
So anyway, my topic today: aerial wolf hunting. Ashley Judd has been after Sarah Palin and one of her favorite pasttimes. Come on, Ashley! How else are you supposed to hunt wolves? What do you expect Sarah Palin to do? Put on her wolf costume and jump a wolf with her own two paws? Call up Kevin Costner and go dancing?
Are you telling me, Ashley Judd, that you aren't supposed to kill wolves? Because I heard from this homeless, legless, wandering eyed fortune teller on the subway that if we don't kill wolves aerially they will over populate the world eventually overtaking humans. I totally believe it because I saw Planet of the Apes. I don't know where those ape actors came from but they were incredible. After seeing them, I went to the zoo and couldn't look any of the apes in the eyes. Sarah Palin must have heard the same rumor. Although, wait a minute, she doesn't believe in evolution. So that means she kills wolves because she's a blood thirsty baby making Alaskan Governor! (cue dramatic music)
I don't really understand the feud between AShley Judd and Sarah Palin. Why? Because I don't know why people would hunt wolves and I don't know why people who live far far away from wolf killing care about wolves being killed far far away. I guess I'm heartless. Either way, I've been terrified of wolves since Red Riding Hood was nearly eaten at her Grandmother's house.
I do know one thing: I want Governor Palin to go away. I don't want to hear about her anymore. So Ashley Judd, that means you need to relax and stop making websites called eyesonpalin.org. And Sarah, lay off the aerial wolf hunting. It's creepy. And rather unlady like.
Love,
Jenna
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