10 April 2003 - 1:17 a.m.

Sigh.

Yeah, I'm a drunken whore. And I even got called on it. Go me.

I also received this advice, in re: my relatiosnhip: "Learn to lie a little, get to live a little."

Hmm. I wonder what that was about.

The Chinese Zodiac ought to be re-worked so as to include "Year of the Mixed Message." At least the whore part has been working out for me. The novelization of The Day Jenn's Boobs Kept Popping Out of Her Dress (as it has come to be known) has been met with rave reviews. "It's so... revealing!"

So punny it's not even funny.

I dare anyone who can make me swoon "in the Frank Sinatra way" to bring it on. Really. I'm at the bottom of a pit of self-loathing. Try to coax me away from my perfect life. I dare you.

What I'm wearing:

What I'm reading:

What I'm doing after this: