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

“You are in love.”

“Seriously, don't tell me that I am in love.”

(Laughs). “Why not?”

“Because if I am in love, I will get my heart broken again. And I can't take that.
“If I'm just flirting, there is no chance that I'll get hurt.”

It's an important layer of protection. If you were never going for the gold in the first place, you can't get rejected and you can't get jealous. It's just about fun.

And that's where I'm at.

No really, I swear.

Many people have asked me how the month of sobriety went, or even stranger, “how the not-drinking is going”, present-tense. It made me realize that I never wrapped it up, never gave it a conclusion in the narrative of my life. Someday, I may have a publicist for this sort of thing, but for now, I'll have to make the announcement myself—and ramble out some thoughts on the whole matter. Read More »

This week saw the first real sign of spring here in the Classic City. The sun came out in earnest, the weather warmed, sunglasses became more of a necessity than a lazy fashion accessory. Most undesirable, allegies began acting up. But in any case, we were convinced that we were finally free of the harsh winter that had so far gone on to long, and a legion of sun worshipers made every excuse to be outside between hectic work schedules and being required to show up for class.

We had settled into the spring, and embraced the warmth with a whole heart, as you must do if you plan to reside in Georgia for any amount of time. We broke out the thin t-shirts, the cheap flip-flops, and retired our coats. Too eager were we to give up the cold, however, and today found many shivering against strong winds, unprepared in their light clothing, but refusing to give up what they had known for a few short days. Muscles tensed, compacted the bodies they belong to, trying despite their owners to warm.

Fuck January. This is the new year, and I for one am ready to throw myself headlong into it, if only it would come on with some sincerity.