Guess who’s back
(back, back)
back again
(-gain, -gain)
Jenni’s back
(back, back)
tell a friend
Yeah I’m sorry, I’ve been an Eminem stan since childhood and I’m glad he’s mad at white America again. He’s the only person that can wake meathead boys from their stupor and that’s important.
It’s a new month, meaning a rejuvenated me. I did hella adult things today, like: starting an application for healthcare; jogging; laundry; cleaning my room and the bathroom; finishing leftovers; dishes; setting an appointment to check out my tire; exchanging things at the thrift store; returning items for my roomlord (this must stop); paying my rent; going downtown for free coffee and pastries; updating my monthly calendar; and – most importantly – getting my own library card.
The library in my city has a laughably tiny amount of paperback books, so I’ll be out and about in all the libraries ’round these here parts. I just watched The H8ful 8 again and the first time I was like, ooo, the second time I was like, eh, and this third time I’m like, Nah. Knowing the people Quentin Tarantino associates with, I’m having a hard time supporting his work anymore. I mean, damn. Problematic faves abound. Men, get it together. Speaking of, I’ve checked out Fight Club and A Confederacy of Dunces. I returned all my October books because I took too long reading them, so I’m going to start A Confederacy first, then treat myself to a viewing-then-reading party for Fight Club later. November is looking really promising, everyone.
This Friday is the first anniversary of my grandmother’s death. I haven’t watched Happy Death Day and didn’t intend to, but maybe I will on Friday and maybe my grandmother will find it funny from beyond the grave. At the end of October I got into a bit of a funk, but I’m picking back up. It’s going to be a full moon November 3rd. The Mourning Moon. I hope it rains.
Work is the same as ever. I heard back from the fellowship I applied to in August and did not get it, but it’s cool. I’m still giving myself time because a lot of change has happened for me in this past year, let alone these past four months, and I know things will continue to change for me – within and without. I continue to savor the days. If anybody wants to be a penpal, let me know. I’m bad at sending things, but it’s something I want to get better at, like not forgetting to throw my towels in the laundry at the last minute or not stepping onto the bathmat after taking a shower and putting on socks.
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