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Three weeks ago my 27th birthday came and went. I had a marker post planned for that time, all full of longing and regret for time gone by. A few histrionic sentences about how though I've reached the same ephemeral age as every member of the 27 Club, I'll just be another year older by this time next year and will have probably accomplished little.
I may still write that post eventually, but so far this year I haven't had time to dwell on my lack of artistic genius. On my birthday, my paternal grandfather—the only one I have ever known—had to go into the hospital. His cascade of problems started with a case of pneumonia, and finally progressed to him losing a leg. A leg. It was just a lack of oxygen that landed him in the hospital in the first place, and just over two weeks later, he'd undergone an above-the-knee amputation. Amputation. I can't stop wiggling my own fingers and toes, wondering what it's like when your toes are suddenly no longer there to wiggle, wondering where that leg is, previously flesh, bone and titanium that was a part of my grandfather, now medical waste somewhere, somehow not a part of my grandfather. Read More »
There is not much to report this year, but this is a Christmas tradition. Read More »
I do this every year, (or, at least, every year since 2003) and it is absolutely compulsory.
As in years past, I must preface this with a warning to not proceed if you have delicate sensibilities. I would say, though, that overall, I've been especially good this year. Read More »
Each year, we at the house take an intimate look at the last 12 months, in a frighteningly frank way. This is to keep things honest, despite anything else that may have been written. This year it seems more important that ever, because we haven't been checking in as much.
As always, if you think you may be offended by cursing, graphic sexuality, talk about death, destructive relationships, or substance abuse, among other topics, turn away now. Have some kittens.
In addition, if you feel that such talk might ruin your holiday, save the read until after the new year.
And now, on with the show. Read More »
We do this every year. Frank, R-rated discussion of friends, drinking, sex, music, money, illness, politics, and many other subjects follow. If you are a sensitive, delicate flower, I suggest you go elsewhere. Particularly if you are over 50 (if you baby boomers proceed anyway, I'll bear no responsibility for possible heart attacks). Read More »
Returning home this evening (this morning?), I checked my mail to discover that I have been turned down for health insurance because I don't meet the height and weight requirements. And this is after I lied about my weight on the form, putting myself at my high school weight instead of my college drop out weight.
I've had a shitty couple of weeks, but up until this point, the evening I have had remedied most of that. Now I feel like I am back at square one.
The good news is, I'm out of money again, so I'm back on the poverty diet any time now. Huzzah.
I am so fucking done with life right now.
“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.”
studying my cashflow forecast, looking for expenses to cut; planning my 401(k); planning to move; productivity system planning (with GTD); playing a lot of Sims 2; my diy hipster pda; Pac-man with sparklers; being begged for my attendance to a party; being forced to act my age (which is still quite young); a new hat; weighing much less (with clothes on and pockets filled) than I did a month ago (naked); my tried-and-true-til-the-end relationship with CB; being able to count on some friends even though you rarely even speak to them; being randomly checked up on by Neil; a good cry; the systematic purging of all the crap in my old room at my parent's; knowing that when I think that all hope is lost, I can count on my sisters
attempting and succeeding at chocolate chip pancakes; a hard-earned fatigue; a new puppy; waking up to my iTunesAlarm well before the buzzer goes off; hope; having somewhere to be first thing in the morning (no, really!); My Chemical Romance (I've listened to their single, Helena, 72 times in three days); being at my lowest weight in at least 4 years
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
