Honestly, nothing cures writer's block like reading other people's blogs. I always find something interesting.

For instance: Spock digs fat chicks.

He also has other series if you're interested. (Side question: What's the plural of series?)

Anyway. I love celebrities. I'm thinking the dust cover of his biography should read something like this:

"Mr. Leonard Nimoy spent over 20 years of his career as the always logical Mr. Spock on the pop-culture institution: Star Trek. Over the course of his multi-million dollar career, he has made innumerable appearances in movies, television shows, and spoken-word albums. Now he takes pictures of eggs."

I saw this over on a LiveJournal, and thought it might be fun to do here. Essentially, I will go back through the archives and post the first title and first few sentences from each month. This should be interesting:

January 2005:

Two Weeks of Hedonism and Jenn Finally Gets Productive

I've spend the last two weeks indulging in every single bad thing there is out there (except for smoking); sitting around watching TV, over eating, having lots of great sex, watching porn, over eating again. It's been great!

February 2005:

Minimizing.

I'm in the library computer lab again. What a strange place. The only thing you hear are keys being hit and breathing.

March 2005:

I Know, And I'm Sorry.

Where have I been?Actually, I've been working. UW (I know, I know) called last week, and I've been working there since last Wednesday.

April 2005:

Unsettled.

I had an interivew in another city yesterday. The interview itself went well, but there were a few things that were unsettling.

May 2005:

When It Comes to Sex Toys - Stick To the Classics.

... When it comes to porn, though, feel free to get a little.... freaky.

June 2005:

Waves

Two things on my mind today comes in waves: Electricity and Love.

July 2005:

Jenn's Adventures at the Bank

After being swallowed whole by credit card (interest rate of 24%?? Are fricking KIDDING ME?), I decided to take my financial matters into my own hands and get all proactive and stuff.

August 2005:

Nothing Says 'Family Entertainment' Like Drunk Robots

A friend and I went to Rainbow Valley for the day. If I haven't told you already, it's closing at the end of the season, for good. I went here as a child, so we wanted to visit on last time.

September 2005:

10 Things Learned From The Rolling Stones Concert

1. Mick Jagger is the only man alive that can wear a midrift-barring shirt.

October 2005:

Back in the Saddle

It's been a nutty few weeks. Thankfully, the craziness has died down somewhat, so things should get back to normal here. Maybe.

November 2005:

Best Family Guy Scene EVER!

I had mentioned this the first night I had seen this, but here it is for your viewing pleasure!http://www.devilducky.com/media/33634/

December 2005:

Oi.

I've been working for days on a proposal for work. I've been working on this - that is, deciding on what the project actually is, the action plan, the budget, etc, etc - and writing and rewriting and my brain feels like it is inside out.

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So, what does this all mean? Though I suppose it doesn't appear that way, this year was pretty eventful. I left a job, moved home, got another job, moved away, lived through MW moving away, and living through him moving back. Sexy is no longer a kitten, and I'm struggling with not thinking of myself as a kid anymore. I'm still not much better off financially, and that's something I know I still have to work on - hard. And of course, I am still obsessed with sex. Thank god.

I spent last night walking in and out of shops downtown, getting the last few names checked of my list. Okay, fine. I still have a few things I will buy tonight, but that is it. For reals.

For the most part I love what I got everyone for Christmas, and I'm excited to see everyone open their gifts. With the exception of few items that I got at the mall, all my gifts are unique and fun. I even did some shopping in Ye Old Sex Shoppe, so that was fun. I hadn't been to the one here yet, so it was good to see what they had to offer.

I'm giving Mr. Wonderful a stocking this year. I'm planning on filling it with cheap little things that will hopefully make him smile (or, in the case with one particular gift, make me smile). I was planning on getting him something a bit bigger ($30+), but after his repeated requests to not get him anything, I've decided to save that particular gift for when he starts his new (and as yet unnamed) job.

Plans for the holiday have taken shape, too. We are both off to our respective cities to spend Christmas with the folks. I spent about a week there, then come back to the old apartment for a few days before returning for an eye doctor appointment. No real New Years Eve plans yet, except possibly getting drunk in my basement. Maybe I'll have a sexy party!

Anywho, have you checked out the gay porn site yet? Really, you should. The owner even commented on it, so it has to be good.

So, when I need to take a break, I check out the 'Recently Published Blogs' on Blogger. I just now hit this site, and knew I had to share it with you, my faithful readers.

Make sure you are alone when you open it open. And perhaps on international waters.

To the men, I'm sorry. To the women, you're welcome - I think. I actually never looked the site over. I just saw the first few pictures before writing about it. Something about male prostitute. How could that be bad?

Last week, MSNBC host Tucker Carlson told his audience Canada "is like your
retarded cousin you see at Thanksgiving."
"He's nice, but you don't take him seriously."

Wow. That's a really smart thing to do. Don't you have enough enemies? I mean, okay. I'll give you that that was a little funny - if I was sitting in my basement smoking pot with friends. It becomes downright insulting when a so-called 'pundit' wearing a bow-tie says it on television.

But, maybe he has a point. I noticed the link to the news article, and noticed something a little... off:

http://sympaticomsn.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20051220/pundits_cda_retarted_051220

So, maybe we're not so smart after all.

Alright, kiddies. This is it. Today is the day I finally finish my Christmas shopping. I, of course, started late this year, but I hope to have everything wrapped up (no pun intented) by 8pm tonight.

I did the majority of my shopping downtown this year, which was a great idea on my part, if I do say so myself. This town has a great downtown shopping district, with lots of small shops full of interesting stuff I can't get at home, or in the malls. I have some ideas of what I need to get, and I'm sure the rest will come to me once I start. At this point, I have $-83 in my bank account, so I will have to be a bit frugal, if not downright miserly, but I guess we'll see who wins out - the ho ho ho, or the humbug.

I'm still not quite sure what is happening over the holidays. Mr. Wonderful isn't sure what he is doing - or is not telling me that he knows - so I don't have any set plans. His.... lack of plans, however, has made things a bit more difficult for me at the homestead. My parents, that is, my father, is adamant that he spent Christmas with us if he is not going home. As for me, it would be nice, but I know him enough not to push anything. It's not worth the hassle.

That aside, I'm excited to see the people I know I'll be seeing over the holidays. Namely, Liser and my sister. Liser just got from out west and has plenty of stories and free time on her hands. My sister will be arriving Christmas eve by bus. I haven't seen her since my surprise visit in October, so it will be nice to reconnect.

I hope to post again before Christmas, but if not, have a sexy holiday.

(in no particular order)

1. In tents. Many tents, all over this great province of ours.
2. In my bedroom in university. Sadly, never in my dorm room, though, because at that point, I was still a scared little virgin.
3. In the boyfriend of a friend's parents' guest room.
4. In my boyfriend-at-the-time's friend's parents' guest room.
5. In a dirty hotel room in my hometown.
6. In several other hotel rooms, in several provinces.
7. In the ocean (arr, matey!)
8. In a boardroom of an office (okay, well, this in an 'almost', but I wanted to put it on the list, because it's so damn hot.)
9. On the floor of my boyfriend's mother's apartment.
10. At my parents house, in at least 4 different rooms (and considering my sister will be visiting this Christmas, I won't name them).

So, the proposal is finished, and I can no go back to goofing off. Actually, I've still be pretty busy, but I don't have to use my brain as much.

I should apologize for the sporadic posts. I really wish I could post more, but my mind always sees to get distracted. More often than not, I'll start a post, decide is it too boring, and abandon it.

With the new roomate, and all the Christmas preparations, as well as people flying in and out of my life, I've been feeling a bit disconnected with myself. I haven't been able to set priorities for myself, and I feel downright triumphant if I remember to take my lunch to work with me. My to-do list comes at me in fits and spurts. More often than not, it's saying "you need to do your Christmas shopping!".

See, this is the point where I'd abandon the post.

So, I'll change gears. We collect money each week for a family to sponsor at Christmas. A hundred dollars is missing from the pot, and no one knows who took it. The thing is, we employ B, a man with a disability to come clean the office for us twice a week. On Tuesdays, we leave him in the office alone while we have a meeting downstairs in the boardroom. Everything is thinking the same thing, I think, but everyone is too PC to actually bring it up. It brings up a whole set of questions.

MW: I called your cell today.

Me: Oh yah?

MW: I wanted to call to let you know that you forgot it at home.

Me: ....

Me: You should have left a message.

Goddamnit.

With an empty stomach, I got up from my rickety office chair to prepare my lunch. Today's menu feature a lovely fettuchini with tomato sauce and sauce that Mr. Wonderful so lovingly created for me. I heated it in the microwave while casually chatting with a co-worker. As I took the tupperware out of the microwave, I clipped it on the top of the microwave, and splat. On the floor. In the carpet. A gooey, saucy, messy mess. Which took me 20 minutes to clean up.

So, we're ordering pizza.

1) I have realized this morning that my 'raincoat' isn't actually a 'raincoat', but more of a 'sponge'.

2) Mr. Wonderful keeps smelling good and cuddling with me, and then does NOT have sex with me.

3) A totally naughty girl from the next province over thought of me while having sex with her boyfriend.

I've been working for days on a proposal for work. I've been working on this - that is, deciding on what the project actually is, the action plan, the budget, etc, etc - and writing and rewriting and my brain feels like it is inside out. Proposal writing is one thing, but government proposal writing is another thing altogether. Every word has to be just so. Eventually, you lose the spirit of your intended project, and the proposal becomes a jumbled mess of catchwords and, well, bullshit.

But anyway.

Two things I have been hiding in my apartment have no been uncovered - namely, my boyfriend, and my cat. The dryer in our building is kaput and the electrical box is in my apartment. So, whenever a fuse is blown or anything else electric happens in the building, someone has to come in my apartment and get to the fuse box. So, because they needed to disconnect the power to fix the dryer, my landlord and her husband have had to enter my apartment, when I wasn't there. So, after all my careful hiding and sneaking around, they are aware of everything. Not really sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing. I guess I know if/when I get an eviction notice.

In other news, it is our 2-year anniversary this weekend. I expect things to be low-key, since Glamour Girl has avoided my request for a foursome with her and her boyfriend. Damn. It will probably be a homecooked meal, or perhaps Indian food out, and dessert at home, if you get my drift.