back to regularly scheduled Jen

I adore the male species. All of them. I love the way a testosterone fueled mind functions. It doesn’t matter tall or short, simple or complex, nerdy or sexy (mostly nerds are SUPER sexy), married, single, funny, serious, brilliant, average… Even the ones that can’t put socks in hampers. I love that males think different, act different, talk different than females. I could pick a guys brain for days.
However, if you EVER whine like the 40 year old man that I heard tonight, I will personally rip of what’s left of your balls, stomp on them, and throw them back in your purse where they should have been in the first place.



Moral- don’t be a bitch.

Closing Chapters

Each person that I’ve ever allowed into my life, in the sense of my secrets and what makes me me, has had to prove themselves worthy to be partial to what it is that embodies me.
I think the hardest part about closing a chapter on a relationship where you sorely underestimated someone’s character, is wondering if you’ll make that mistake again.

Instead of trying to understand the mistakes, the faults, the who did what, and the who are we going to blame, I’m trying to take away the things that made the relationship worthwhile in the first place.
I am usually a very good judge of character, and I don’t typically allow those who would prove to be not worth my time, past my front door.

I will be friends with just about anyone, but I will not allow those relationships to go past a certain point unless I feel it’s been earned, and the respect is mutual.

I am using this post as the last chance to say I am no longer going to let what has happened turn me into the person that I was starting to become. I am not an angry person, I am one of the craziest and out-going people you will ever encounter. I am not a revengeful person, I don’t seek to destroy others in my quest for coming out on top. I don’t believe in dragging people through the mud to fulfill my own agenda of hate.
And I’m not the type to use anything other than truth when I’m forced to reason with those who may seem unable to be reasoned with.

I am a happy person.


 everyone has a reason for what they do.

I may never know that reason, but I will be able to walk away knowing that my own character wasn’t tarnished, and I have nothing to be ashamed of.

So with this, I close a chapter on a  portion of my 30’s and hopefully start over with a clean slate.
Knowing I was a good friend; I don’t think there’s anything more that I can do.