Tuesday, February 22, 2011

England is trying to kill me.

I keep complaining that I don't write anymore. I don't even read much either, which is even more worrying. But instead of doing the logical thing, like getting off the computer and picking up a book or even posting here I just continue on internetting like a crazy person.

But thanks to my internetting I found a comic that is clearly all about me. Click here, and Laugh!

So here I am taking a small step towards writing more by actually writing. I know, we're all very proud of me.

So what is going on in the land of Jen... Well John got sick with man flu (Or a cold, whatever) and has kindly passed it on to me. And It's slowly trying to kill me. I don't know if it's my Weak american immune system or the fact that my body hates that I quit smoking again (Oh, Mom, I quit smoking again.) but I currently give myself like 2 hours until I'm dead.

I've been alternating laying in bed whining about how I'm going to die and laying on the couch whining about how I'm going to die. I forsee no other outcome but my death, to be honest. My throat is swollen (No spots, I checked. Thought that would be difficult to do with no Mother, but turns out Blackberries have flashes with their camera and it works just as well. Although less sympathy...damn.) and I sound like Jabba the hutt. Or something like that. I don't know, my brain is currently being suffocated so its not working all that great.

I fear the only thing that is going to make me feel better is a pony. So lets all pool our money together and chip in to get Jen one before she dies... None of you are reaching for your wallets, are you? Harsh. I'm hurt by that.


We're working on my Resume at the moment. And by We I mean "John was bored at work so decided to do it." which is awesome for me. I've eaten a bowl of cereal and am about to go lay on the couch and whine some more about the death that should be happening just in time for dinner!

I miss you guys, and someone please stop Hope from getting cornrows. I mean honestly, it's like she thinks she is black or something.. Sad face.

OH. Dad, I got your letter. I will be filling it out and sending it back very soon. And by very soon I mean as soon as I am no longer dying. So hopefully next week I'll put it in the mail :D
And no, I don't want you to save us any snow, but I do appreciate the offer. Kinda. But not really.

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