Jenn's Reverie

Here I am, another night bored off my ass at work. At least Sharon is here, that lady cracks me up. I love you Sharon! At least I didn't get called in early again today. I'd have thrown that pager right out the fucking window if I heard it beep. Ok, anyways, I should stop talking about work before I get my ass fired, like Dooce did. Everyone must learn from her mistake! Learn to fear the man.

Ok, so as everyone knows, I'm Mexican, right? I mean, hispanic. HISPANIC. Stupid Freudian slips. That little bitch Katie is rubbing off on me more and more every day, I swear to God. For everytime that she calls me Mexican, I'm going to call her Kenoshan, which I know she loathes. That oughta teach you! Anyways, back to the point of me telling you about my heritage. My family came over from Columbia many many moons ago. You hear that? Columbia and NOT Mexico. I mean, I know I live in New MEXICO, so I should understand why everyone calls me Mexican, and don't even get me started on why I insist on being called Hispanic and not Columbian. I can't even explain it myself. I guess deep down I just have a hatred for Shakira even though she's so fucking hott, and don't want to be from the same country as her. But, on the plus side I could get you some drugs for cheap. I mean, like really fuckin' cheap. Let Mami know, and I'll hook you up!

Since I talk about music in every post, I'll update you all on the new things my ears are tuning into. Ricky Martin just recently put out a new cd, and the man is a god. For real, I love him. Stop laughing at me! I really fuckin' do. I practically orgasm everytime I listen to him. Well not practically. I DO orgasm everytime. Too much information? Not enough? I can't decide.

Wow Blogger, you just scared the shit out of me. I had this post almost done, then I go to save it, it starts to act up, and I think I've lost the whole thing. I restart the computer because all the programs on here were being slow, log back into Blogger and not only is the post right where I saved it, but I saved it FIVE TIMES. This must be what it feel like to be a cavman, like Katie. Now that I know the trials and tribulation you go through, Kenoshan, I vow never to make fun of you again. Promise!

I still have my brother's laptop at home, which is kickass. I hate being computer-less. It makes me feel like less of a woman. And I actually got sleep today! Go me! I woke up when Damian got home from school and we watched cartoons together then played checkers. That kid beats my ass every fuckin' time, and I swear I'm not even letting him win. Damn kid. I'm boring myself writing this, so I'm gonna go actually do some work for once. What a concept! Doing work, at work? Who would have thought. Seacrest, out.