Putting the dog down Saturday, I think. Either that or next week.

ugh.

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In other news, I'm remembering who I used to be. I used to be badass.

It's time to bring it.

Joey's impression of me, being harsh and defensive.

Anyone: "Hey, Jenny, you look well rested. Did you get a good night's sleep?"
Me: "What? I work hard dammit, I don't have time for sleep. Are you calling me lazy? Fuck you. FUCK YOU! Fuck you, I work hard."

Ok maybe I overreact.

I can hear my landlady snore.

That's kind of uncomfortable.

More me - by Erica the BFF. :) These are panels stolen from her comic.
Go look at it, dammit. She's brilliant.

Life-like portrait of me by Joey

If you can't read it, the words say

"Um, hey! Hi. So this is where we live. Yeah."

"...great."

Top foods:

5. Deep dish pepperoni pizza from Zachary's
4. French Fries
3. Orange chicken
2. wienies wrapped in biscuit
1. HOT DOG WRAPPED IN A BACON, with mayo, ketchup and mustard, and sauteed onions, and and jalapeños in a slightly toasted bun wrapped in tin foil after consuming an inordinate amount of alcohol.

I can eat 50 million of those things. I'll just sit there and eat and eat and eat, and if anyone tries to even come near my hot dog, I will BITE them.