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

Here's the skinny, Internet: Jenna Tollerson can't seem to get a leg up, professionally. While I'm talented at this web thing and business is starting to pick up, this business is also something I started with no savings and a fairly high amount of debt. As such, I can't even accomplish my first and simplest goal: create an LLC. Being able to get this part of my business set up would open a door to a dozen other things I'd like to accomplish that I can only do as an LLC.

So, I've started a fundraising campaign. If you are feeling generous, and you believe in helping a young female entrepreneur to get some momentum, I'd like you to consider clicking the "donate now" link to your right.

“Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, when I give I give myself.” - Walt Whitman

I'm sure you are sitting on the other side of the screen saying, okay, this is making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but I have to look out for number one. If I donate, what do I get?

A donation of any amount will get you a hearty thanks on this site, along with a link to your blog, or your business, or your MySpace, or something similar. I don't have a huge amount of visitors but I do have a small loyal audience, and I know they are just dying to learn all about you.

A donation of $30 or more will get you a charming and tasteful MySpace layout of your very own, with original graphics that will make all your PimpMySpace-using peers completely jealous.

A donation of $100 or more will get you a single-page design for your own nameplate site.

If you donate much more than $100, you are just far too kind.

Finally, when I make my first million, anyone who donates will recieve some kind of lavish gift. Like dinner for two at a fancy restaurant. Or a yacht.

So donate now! (Donation is through PayPal, which is totally safe, and you don't have to be a member, you just have to have a credit card). Your karma will thank you.

“Um, Jenna?”

(Not even half awake) “Yeeeah?”

“Phone for you... Someone broke into your car.”

(Suddenly completely alert) “My car? You're fucking kidding me.”

My parking service had called the police and had an officer waiting on the scene when I arrived with Abie.

I walk around to poor, wounded Russo. His driver's side window was busted in. Nothing was even taken. The CD changer was still in the trunk. My glove compartment had been rifled through, but all my paperwork was still there. My one comfort is that the interior lock on the driver's side doesn't work, so whoever was responsible had to lean through the window, all over the broken glass, and hopefully will be finding glass in their clothes for a few weeks.

My roommate Allison's car was also broken into overnight. She parks two lots down, a block away. The officer asked Abie and I if we have any enemies we could think of that would have targeted us.

No, I said. It's just an unhappy coincidence.

If nothing else, I now feel like I've gotten the full urban experience. Yey.

Jenna
     [11:05] to top it all off I now have a mondo headache
     [11:31] make my head stop pounding, won't you?

Neil
     [11:32] biggidy bam.
     [11:32] how is it now?