Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

I almost joined face party today, until I realized I need another internet profile like I need a hole in my head.

That is, to say, not at all.

Webmonkey—the phenomenon that shaped my early teen years, as well as the reason I have a job today—is going under.

I can't get my site to work in Firefox and it's driving me completely mad.

Despite my best efforts I was still late for work today.

I listened to I didn't understand by Elliott Smith all morning. It has no instruments and is mostly just choral and kind of mournful. I projected onto it, and it kept me from freaking out.

there's nothing here that you'll miss
I can guarantee you this is a cloud of smoke
trying to occupy space
what a fucking joke
what a fucking joke
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