Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

I realized that I've stopped talking about the unpleasant feelings all together.

I've praised myself these many months for my ability to stay positive, stay on message, eyes on the prize. With friends, I talk about work a lot, and how hard it is right now — but if anything truly dark materializes, I discard it. I convince myself there is no use in succumbing; I know that to be successful in business and simply stay on my feet, I should act in a confident and charismatic way, and more importantly, believe my performance with all my heart.

I've become a much less interesting but much more content person. My writing has become passionless and dry, a collection of sly quips and shallow comedy, which go down easy. I guess I should be taking photographs or drawing, but instead use my time away from work to watch the same DVDs over and over, or head down to my bar to have the same meaningless, flirty conversations with the same people. Read More »

“So how's freelancing going?”

“Well, good and bad. I'm getting to do a lot of really cool projects, and from the way it looks things are really going to take off soon. The bad part—I'm so broke at the moment that I've eaten almost nothing at all for the past week. Oh, but I lost like 7 pounds, and that's pretty cool.”

“So you're wasting away from malnutrition, but you lost like 7 pounds?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Always the optimist, Jenna. You're always the optimist.”

... that I come home from the bar feeling like a million bucks.

But for whatever reason, tonight, I feel fantastic, like I could conquer the world with my sheer awesomeness.

“Jenna is a rock star. A rock. star.”