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

I would just like to point out that when there is homework to be done, suddenly one also must do laundry, clean one's desk, dust-off the keyboard, do the dishes, run errands, and do anything, anything, but focus on the task at hand.

One might even update their journal to keep from doing homework.

“Can I just complain for second?”

“Sure.” Abie pauses her phone call with David.

“I hate how every one of these goddamn writing assignments is always like ‘Imagine you're an anthropologist...’. How 'bout, no!?! I don't want to! I would just like to write some stupid research paper and get it over with. I don't want to have to use my creative energy on this!”

Abie explains the situation to David, and relays his answer to me.

“David says, ‘Imagine I'm an anthropologist....Tell them, I would take my own life.’”

We laugh. A lot.

And then I remember I'm supposed to be working.

Ergh.

Usually we at the House do not sink to low levels of depavity for a cheap laugh. Although we are in fact depraved, and cheap, we usually like to reveal it in a more intimate fashion than the Internet.

However, in lieu of being able to post anything of greater length at this time, we submit this card, sent to my dear friend and roommmate Abie by her man in the UK, David.

I will warn you, it's not for the kids (and probably not safe for work). Read More »

A ridiculously charming and generous Brit is in my kitchen, making British tea for Abie and me.

Why is tea made by David better than regular ol'American tea?

It's the accent, of course.