Okay, okay, so I know it's been a few weeks. It honestly took me that long to delete files, read emails, and catch up as much as I could. But it's for real now. I'm off. Thank you so very much for all the kind emails saying goodbye. For those of you who said, "where did all your nsfw go" all I can say is get a clue and learn how to read. =) Hahaha, not that any of those people will bother to read this anyway. Honestly, I've been quite touched by the farewell emails and I will cherish them for quite a while. Take care of yourselves and best of luck to you all! Jennifer

So long, farewell, auf weidersehn, goodbye! That's right, kids, it's time for me to hit the road, make like a hockey player and get the puck outta here, yep i'm off like a prom dress. I've truly enjoyed meeting some of you. Others, well... this is a goodbye note not a rant. ;0) It's been an interesting fu-journey to say the least. I don't know if I'm bored, irritated, or just too addicted to the flashing red lights, but I need to move on with my life. I'm starting a new phase with job, location, etc, so now's as good a time as ever. Not to mention the fact that as many of you have probably noticed, I don't really have the time for it anymore. Or maybe I don't make the time because I don't want to. I can't figure out which and I don't care to take the two seconds to figure it out. I may be back someday. Or, if I truly feel the need to lose my self respect maybe you'll see me on a site where I can make REAL money off of men drooling at my breasts. Don't hold your breath. There are some wonderful people floating by on the top of your screen, go find a new crush, someone who will actually make the time to chat with you and make a connection as I so obviously cannot. I'm very sorry that I missed meeting so many of you. Many hugs and kisses to those who reached out and sent me messages, gifts, pretty pictures, and all that glitters. I've always been amazed by the cyber-generosity. I wish I could give you all a big mansion in the net-sky. I'm being flip. I feel pretty full of flavor tonight. It's either that or yell at those who are pigs or weep to those I'll miss. I prefer flip. I'll be around for the next few days, I'm not dropping off the face of the earth in two point two seconds. But as my VIP expires tomorrow and I've been working on deleting my pics I thought I should send a message out before I get the inevitable messages saying "hey! wy cant i see your tits?" Which I'm sure I'll get anyway. (sigh) Here's a little bit of advice, which you can obviously take or leave as I am certainly not the expert on life and the universe: 1. don't assume you know anything about a woman just by looking at her pictures. 2. don't take this place too seriously. 3. cyber love is a very very fun momentary experience, but again not to be taken seriously. 4. if you're married, get off this thing and go kiss your spouse. =) that way you both can have some fun. Okay, that's my two cents. Once again, many sad mushy ehugs and ekisses..... Peace!

Hello my friends, I decided that my long absence (and only partial attention to my friends) could use an explanation... so for those of you who are interested, here you go! This year has been full of many exciting and not so exciting new experiences for me. One of the exciting ones was my promotion that led me to move to Kent. Kent itself is not that great, but it's okay (lots of mountain views... and I mean THE mountain, our absolutely gorgeous Mt. Ranier - which by the way is the highest in the lower 48) and the rent is nothing to spit at. The exciting part is/was the job that has given me a challenge and made my work experience a whole lot less boring. It's also stressed the hell outta me and I've been sick a lot, but I welcome the excitement of a new place to work and a new team to lead. Sadly, it requires a hell of a lot more time at work... so when you see the status as "working hard" or "working my a** off" that's what that means. Unfortunately, the less exciting parts have been pretty big. In September of this year I found out that I had cancer. Lucky for me, it's one of those kinds that, if found quickly as mine was, is very easy to get rid of... so after a little surgery and some tender loving care at my mommy's house I was all better. However, I have been spending lots of time at the doctor's place and will probably continue to do so for some time... anyone else had an MRI that made you sick? NOT fun. It's been a crazy few months dealing with that... I also crashed my car back in June. I won't go into lots of details though I'm sure some of you aren't stupid... sorry, did I say SOME? ;0) Anyway, I'm still dealing with the repercussions of that brilliant endeavor and will probably keep on dealing with it for some time to come. The only positive thing I can claim is that I have a really pretty new car that makes me feel sexy when I drive it. =)=)=) There's more, there always is! But there are some things that a girl just doesn't talk about, some things that are too precious to mention. I hope that you all know that it hasn't always been a choice to not be around, though sometimes it is. There just aren't enough hours in the day! When they did the email conversion I lost a lot of messages, I still have a lot and I will try to get to them as I can - though I can't promise anything. I am trying to at least read them all! If you felt like I should have responded by now then write me again! (I don't know what I'm getting myself into by saying that! lol) But please know that with the backlog I choose not to respond to "what's up?", "ur hot" or similar notes. ;0) If you know me, then you know my feelings on that sort of thing! Happy Holidays to you all, I hope that all your dreams come true. Jennifer

Hey ya'll! Sorry, this is more of a general message than a blog, but I just wanted to give you (those of you who actually read the blog at least! lol) a quick note/update/explanation/whatever. I've been behind on my messages for a while and they keep building up. I take a day or an afternoon to write people back, but still can't seem to catch up. I set my settings so that no one can write me so I can at least answer the ones I have and start at ground zero, but apparantly -despite having the feature on our profile page- it doesn't work for me. I was doing okay with response time (hahaha my company makes me respond to emails within 24 hours, I WISH I had the time to do that here!) but now there seems to be a glitch. I can't erase any of the ones I've read and responded to and it's getting harder and harder to find the point where I left off. And now, at least half the time when I hit "reply" it just takes me to a compose page - doesn't fill in the name or anything of the person I want to write back. So now I'm annoyed. And they're piling up. And I feel like a bad friend, but I just don't have the fucking time to sit on my computer and comb my inbox for messages I haven't answered yet. I'll keep checking in and as soon as it's fixed I'll try and catch up again. So if you wrote me, I didn't blow you off.... I'm just waiting for CT to fix one of the many irritating glitches that hound me. I hope you're all having a great night! I'm off to bed. =)

I started to think of a blog as a sort of ode to Father's Day since it's coming up and I know there are a lot of dads out there. But it's getting too long and I'm so tired my teeth hurt, so I'll tell you a little funny story with a short ode to Dad prologue. My parents have been split up since before I turned a year old. I don't remember a time when they were together, so it's never been a big issue for me. In fact, I sort of cringe at the idea of them having lived their lives together, that seems wrong and hilarious all at the same time. Anyway, I lived with my mom my whole life but I saw my dad frequently. At least once a week when he lived in Seattle, then at least once a month he would fly me down to Portland when he moved to a city near there. My dad is my hero. When I was a little girl I was a complete Daddy's Girl..... okay, I still am. My dad is the coolest guy on the planet. When I was small, I would do anything for him. He tells a story about how when I was a baby and I cried while he changed my diaper, he would just lay his hand on my stomach and say, "Jennifer, I'm going as fast as I can. Now if you can just take a deep breath and calm down and stop squirming, I'll get this done even faster and you'll be warm and dry." And I'd stop crying. =) Very sweet of him to say, I'm sure. Once, when I was about five years old, I was visiting my dad at his house. His girlfriend, Lori, was chasing me around the house and tickling me and I was screaming and running and letting myself get caught and then getting away and screaming and running and laughing again.... then I fell down and scraped my knee. It wasn't a bad scrape, in fact I remember it, it was more of a skin... sometimes those can hurt more, but apparently I decided it hurt A LOT. Enough to scream my little ass off. Lori scooped me up and took me into the kitchen and set me on the counter. She looked at my knee and blew on it, then got a cold towel. I kept screaming. They got some neosporin on it, then got out some really cute snoopy band-aids and put one on my wound. Still, I screamed. My dad looked confused. He crouched down in front of me and asked me if there was something they missed, did I hurt anywhere else? "Noooo," I sniffled. "So, what's the deal? Why are you still crying?" "I don't knoooooooooow. It HURT!" I cried, getting frustrated. (Who knows why, seriously, I was a kid.) "Jennifer, please stop crying. We were just going to sit down and have some ice cream. Don't you want to sit down with us?" "NOOOOOOOO!" I screamed, apparently getting angry. "Alright, that's it. You either stop crying, or you're going to get a spanking and you can spend the rest of the night in your room." "NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" And with that last, crazy incomprehensible scream, my father took me by the arm, marched me down the hall to my room, turned me toward my door, and administered his one and only spanking. It was more of a swat, really. I turned and looked upon him with incredulity and total five year old pissed-off-ness (hahaha, there I go, coining dumb words again).... and yelled: "DAD, YOU'RE A BIG FUCK HEAD!!!" And I slammed my door in my father's face. Apparently they sat in the kitchen trying to muffle their laughter because they didn't want me to think it was okay to say those words. I can't believe he didn't come in there after me. It must have been because he was too busy laughing his ass off and didn't want me to see. Don't worry, Daddies. Your little ladies won't do such a terrible thing to you. =) I swear, I'm an exceptional case. Besides, after that my daddy taught me never to use those words in an arguement.

I've been doing a lot around the house today: cleaning, laundry, etc. I've had the tv on too, HBO has been playing away in the background. I got distracted by "Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee", played a little online, and got back to my chores. When I sat back down "V For Vendetta" was playing. I saw it in the theater and liked it, though I know it was lacking for some. The fact is, I like movies that require their characters to make personal choices that affect the world. Or at least a country or something. ;) I have this wierd.... obsession? No, that's pretty damn strong. Ummm... interest? Maybe. Anyway, I have this strange part of me that loves Armaggedon type situations and movies.... "Armaggedon", "Deep Impact", "War of the Worlds", "Independance Day".... They're not the best flicks ever, I admit, but they speak to me. I almost always tear up at one point or another during these films. I think it's because I hope to find the same heroism in myself that I see in the characters of the story. I often fantasize about what I would do in the face of major tragedy. If an earthquake were to happen, what would I do? (Really, not that big of a stretch living on the west coast. Something we should all think about and plan for.) If hostile aliens should show up, or a volcano decide to blow its top.... Haha, again not too much of a stretch.... I imagine myself a hero. The one with a plan and food and water. The one to lead people (and pets! ;p) to safety. Often it goes too far as I imagine myself running idiotically into a burning building to retrieve my laptop... can't be without my CT! ;p But "V" is a different story. It's the kind of story where the overwhelming force is not an alien or force of nature... but fellow man. It's more the intellectual kind of fight than a pure fight for survival. There's violence, sure, and the possiblity for death. But the true fight is the one for freedom of thought and the ability to be oneself. Much like Hitler, a government has used its power to fill its people with fear and thus convinced them to give up control of their own lives in order to stay "safe". Now, I can't imagine that I would be happy laying down my freedom to be the food of or slave for some random alien coming out of the ether and making Earth its home. So why the fuck should I do the same for some human prick who thinks he can control my life? I think of these scenarios and my fantasies falter. It is much more scary to consider the prospect of fighting my fellow man for my own right to be myself than it is to fight aliens, lava, traffic and people wanting to steal the food that I need to keep myself and my family alive. And if they were "only" taking away someone else's rights? Would I have the strength of character to stand up for those I didn't know and love - based only on the fact that they are fellow humans who deserve to have the freedom of choice that God gave them? I think so. I hope so. I hope that the hero I have inside me would (will?) stand up for all the oppressed, no matter who they may be or who their oppressor.... I will have to work on and develop these fantasies, so they become as familiar as the others. I want to know that even if it is never needed, I have a hero inside me who will save us all in our hour of need. Or at least make a damn fine show trying.

Wow, it's been a long time since I've written a blog... It turns out I have some health issues that are resolvable it just takes a lot of work on my part. As in working out, and spending a lot more time in my kitchen working - preparing healthy food. Plus I just got a promotion, sort of... which also means I have to move. That is, unless I want to commute through 40 miles of Seattle's most notorious S curves. So guess who's packing like a mad woman to get ready for this imminent move... Like in a week. And since one of my health issues is high blood pressure.... well, you can imagine. So, yes, I'm sorry, I haven't responded to messages in a while... and I don't remember the last time I shouted anyone but a coupla family members... I'm too busy packing up my life for the second time in a year, making green leafy concoctions for myself to choke down, and panting my ass off on the eliptical machine. And soon I'll be trying to take over a new job and likely working some heavy OT for a bit until I get it all under control. Oh yeah, and two of my best friends in the whole world (I've known them both for 20 years) just had a baby yesterday. So I'm a little anxious to spend time with them and my new "niece" Ada, who just happens to be the most adorable little being on the entire face of the planet. So, bear with me, I'm trying to get pictures up, and once life slows back down I'll be sure to say hello! Dang, I miss this place and everyone here, it sure is fun!

Today was supposed to be an interesting day. It was only me who didn't know just how interesting it was going to get.... I was supposed to go to the Tacoma Art Museum today with a friend to see the exhibit about Frida Khalo and her life. I love Frida, she's one of my favorites and I was so glad when he suggested we go. His wife, though she has a great artistic sense, doesn't like museums which I love so it was perfect. We planned breakfast at 13 Coins, this really great joint in Seattle that seems like Humphrey Bogart or Frank Sinatra could walk into at any moment, then on south to Tacoma... The museum is closed on Mondays during winter months. Oooops, glad he checked online for directions. So, instead we decided to still have breakfast but to stay closer to home and went for Brown Bag Cafe.... mmmmm Brown Bag. Yum. Anyone who lives near or is travelling to the eastside of the Seattle area... GO, IT ROCKS. We had breakfast and I related my computer trouble to him. Basically it came down to CompUSA saying, "Jennifer, you're fucked, go get another computer." Which they didn't really say... but that was the message. So I told him how I needed to go to the store and buy a new one and he said, "Hey, want to just go there from here?" and I said sure... Got into Best Buy, found a new one I like (still getting used to the keyboard but so far's good...) and sat down with the sales guy to go over warranties and such. They have a new partnership with Geek Squad and one of the things they offer is to basically set up the computer and get rid of unwanted programs, etc. I said I wanted to do that and was told to pick up my new PC at 7pm. At 7:25 I was walking out of the store with the laptop underarm. I got home, opened the box and pulled everything out to get all set up. The AC adaptor was missing. I picked up my phone to call BB and saw there was a message. How convenient. They called to say that I had left the adaptor. As far as I recalled, I was handed a shopping bag and a computer box and told I was all set. But that was fine, I got in my car and drove the 20 or so miles back down to the store where I retrieved my missing parts without a word of apology from the man who had repacked my box. I got home at 8:45 pm. Hooked everything up, including the modem, etc. From my previous computer issues I knew that I needed to reset the modem, which I did. No internet service. I called Comcast. The first few times I called I told the automated system that I was an EXISTING CUSTOMER and it sent me to the sales office which closes at 8pm. I finally caught on and told it I was a NEW CUSTOMER and it sent me to IT. Funny that. I was on the phone for a while with a very nice lady named Sally. She couldn't help me though, and told me to call the manufacturer. I called Gateway. The first few times I told the automated system that I didn't know if I had a "brand name" that fit the e-service or whatever it was I was trying to get. When I told it I had Gateway it said it didn't understand me and hung up on me. 3 times. I finally said, "yes, I have a brand name" and I got IT support. Very very nice young man in Salt Lake City named Jeremy who helped me for about 45 minutes. I never faltered, I knew he could help me, I knew I would have service... until we got disconnected and he didn't call me back. I finally called Gateway again and got the rudest person on the face of the planet named Jay. Jay from the get go told me he could not help me. Yet had no advice whatsoever for me to do. And when I said, "I don't understand, you can't help me, Comcast can't help me, should I take the computer back to Best Buy?" He said, "Ma'am I need to soften your tone." I admit, I was really upset and frustrated. But I work in Customer Service and I honestly don't think I had raised my voice to him at that point.... Ohhhhhhhh, but I sure did then! And hung up the phone.... I know this is long, really, I lived through it.... I called Comcast back. (Making sure to tell it I was a new customer so that I would actually get service.) I encountered a young man named Ryan. Ryan is my hero. Ryan took me through a few things and then finally asked me if I had my old ethernet cable from my last computer and I should try using that cord.... WONDER OF WONDER, MIRACLE OF MIRACLES!!!! I HAVE INTERNET SERVICE!!! It's now 11:45 my time. I spent approximately 2.5 hours trying to get this thing up and now all I want to do is go to bed. I have a new computer. I have internet service. It will all be fine in the morning...

Well, once again I write to you from work with PC issues at home. I had TLC on the tube this morning and they have this hilarious ad for themselves that talks about how they pass out life lessons... they even have these little figurines that represent each one and they list them. One was "Don't mix the computer and Merlot" and showed this woman crying and drinking as she typed away... I had to laugh when I saw it... okay, it was more of a snort actually. Well, it wasn't Merlot, and I didn't send any drunken emails out... but I seriously seriously broke Azura the Magnificent while intoxicated last night. The story is just too... well I guess embarrassing is really the only word... to share, basically I was a drunk dumb ass. Very sad. I'm now heading off to CompUSA with my trusty warranty.... really really praying that I don't have to buy another computer today. Hopefully I will suffer no more than being denied internet priviledges at home for a week or two, and if that's the case you will not see me here. Again, sad, but better than the alternative! Keep me in your thoughts, I need all the help I can get. On the flip side, I just had one of the best mornings ever.... so I'm not really all that upset. hee hee! Life is going just great.

Aaaahhhhh! hahahahahaha! I totally made you look! (grinning a big evil grin right now...) This is not what you think. Go back, it's scarier.... Just kidding. I've noticed lately that my cat has developed a yen for my well washed foot. There's a point here, but bear with me... I'm an every-other day kind of girl with hair washing. Most people shouldn't wash their hair every day, did ya know? Anyway, on the days that I don't wash my hair I jump out of the shower and get dressed and going fairly quickly. On the days that I do wash my hair the process is a bit longer... (Here you go guys, the risque part...) On those days I walk around naked for the better part of an hour. I can't dry my hair fully dressed, I sweat. I also can't dry my hair just out of the shower, it holds moisture too much and takes forever. So instead I straighten up my bedroom, maybe make some coffee or food, usually sit down at my pc and respond to messages.... Now, my cat is very dog-like. I happen to be a cat person but I also like dogs and I enjoy some of her canine type traits. One of them is that she is constantly by my side. If she's napping when I come home, she wakes up and comes to greet me, then moves her napping place to wherever I am. Mostly she lays beneath my dining room table where Azura the Magnificent (my puter) is located. She always lays by my feet, no bid deal except that I step on her A LOT. ANYWAY, on the days I wash my hair and walk around the house naked.... Every time I sit down at my computer, Frankie has to come and rub herself ALL OVER MY FEET. She's really soft (like a bunny, I swear) so it feels good.... kind of tickles a bit... but she really goes to town! She licks, she purrs, and she lays herself on her back across my foot and wiggles.... I sort of wonder if catnip is an ingredient in my most recent body wash buy. I honestly cannot recall this kind of behavior beyond the past couple of months... I know it's mostly cupboard love, but it's nice to know my pussy loves me. ;p