This site is more or less to remind me to laugh. It has the added benefit of keeping me from drinking in the afternoon*. I’m ambitious, but a perfectionist with little time or self discipline. No promises on this site ever being updated regularly, or that it will you make you laugh. This is just for me.

There’s not much back story you need to follow along.  I like live music, tequila, carbohydrates, polite boys and email.  Not necessarily in that order.

jen{at}jenallday{dot}com

*You don’t know if I’m kidding do you?

The Facts

I was born and raised in Arizona.  That’s not common here.

I moved to Virginia when I was 22.

I moved back to Arizona when I was 23.

I forced myself to enjoy every second I was in Virginia.  It wasn’t hard to do.

I have freckles everywhere.

I have laugh lines, finally.  I’ve had worry lines since I was fifteen.

My foot is sore almost every day.  My Grandma says I’m aging faster then her.

I still don’t have grey hair, which is a god damn miracle.

I can’t hide my emotions very well, or at all.

I have my Dad’s eyelashes.  I got almost everything else from my Mom.  Except the legs, those came courtesy Grandpa.

I have a bottle of water, my camera and cell phone with me 98% of the time, yet I don’t drink enough water, take enough pictures or keep in touch very well.  No one would accuse me of not text messaging enough.

I hate shopping, I would never buy clothes if the ones I had didn’t wear out.

I think I hate shopping mostly because nothing ever fits. My legs are longer then every person I know.

I do all my thinking while driving. This is why crazy gas prices make me angry.

Ugly feet freak me out.

Birds and guns scare the living shit out of me.

I’m obsessed with music.  I routinely spend more money on going to shows then on actually purchasing music.

I’m a little OCD and a little ADD. I think this is a good balance, it works for me.

I’m a discouraged perfectionist.

I believe in soul mates. I’ve met a few of mine already.

Most people in my life would say I’m a pessimist. The people who have actually learned me know that isn’t entirely true.

I email myself.  A lot.

When I’m stressed I chew on the inside of my cheek, and I sleep the entire day away.

I’m chronically late. I really hate that about me.

I don’t like smoking. I started to be a brat, I quit for three years, then I started again. I don’t know why I started again.

I get a goofy car smile when I’m happy

I can never have enough hot dogs, apple juice, tequila, Texas Roadhouse, garlic bread or potatoes.

I’m a klutz.

I currently have a black heart.  People sure do hate it when I say that.  I guess because they don’t understand.

This black heart does not keep me from loving my friends, family and pets so much it hurts.

I would sleep ten hours a night if I could, and frequently sleep 12+ on the weekends.  But I can’t seem to get myself in bed during the week.

If the dogs don’t like you it’s a safe bet I will never feel comfortable around you.  I think they only dislike people who are hiding something.

If you treat my cats as annoyances, I’ll be annoyed with you.  This is their home, and I don’t swat your kids when they annoy the cats.

I don’t like to add bad words to my text message dictionary, it feels dirty.  But I won’t hesitate to call you a ducker through text, should the need arise.  (Update 8-11-06:  Officially added fucker to the dictionary on the phone.  It was necessary.)

I wear men’s deodorant, it just smells better.