tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31348672009-09-05T22:19:33.171-07:00moiIT's all about meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeGnomenoreply@blogger.comBlogger1198125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-57588684545492274252009-08-13T18:33:00.001-07:002009-08-13T18:40:31.595-07:00The path of the passive.I have been repressing my anger for so long I no longer know whether or not I am justified in using it. My best friend is the Queen of all things passive and aggressive. I'm trying to find a way to:A) Talk to her about it because I don't appreciate being anyone's whipping boy.B) Use my anger in a useful and defensive way.C) In general just stop being such a fucking door Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-72279140519834980932009-08-01T22:28:00.000-07:002009-08-01T22:31:02.752-07:00Jazz is dying. Valerie is gone. I am only getting 12 hours of work a week. I am all alone. I was ripped off my my house sitter and I feel like somehow she railroaded me. Other than that things are peachy. It has come to my attention that if I want a relationship I need to work on it. I need to make the choice to change my life no one can do it for me. I feel as though I am finally gettingGnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-51354532164272472282009-07-10T23:58:00.000-07:002009-07-11T00:10:12.668-07:00I'm not happy go lucky this much I know. I am sarcastic, cynical and sometimes just simply a bitch. I don't like people and I'm not good at pretending to enjoy small talk. I am often irritated by people and I don't hide it well.Someone I've known since we were both tiny wee is getting married tomorrow. I do not want to go. I should go because her family has always been kind to me. I just Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-21089566044896533292009-02-15T15:03:00.000-08:002009-02-15T15:06:32.706-08:00Fear is the mind killer.I've been having panic attacks since Amber brought me Jazz. I am super happy to have him, make no mistake about that. But I am reeling from the implications of having him here particularly with Allan on the rampage. I don't want Allan to find where I live and I don't want to speak or to hear from him ever again. I just want him out of my life. The very thought of him Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-8579031444350142922009-02-08T22:36:00.000-08:002009-02-08T22:38:10.899-08:00This conversation is between my bestest buddy circa 1988, and a boy we both knew. He commented on her facebook status and it made me renew my faith in the male sex.Morag Kydd is no longer listed as "single." - Comment - Show Comments (4)Hide Comments (4)Jennifer Goodfellow at 11:01am February 8really?Morag Kydd at 11:47am February 8"no longer listed" just sick of advertising it.Jennifer Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-32354536123802552262009-02-07T13:53:00.000-08:002009-02-07T13:58:43.568-08:00SO I have been happy and that has been very nice. Now I am not so happy and it has to do with being lonely. I know that it is not a good idea to rely on other people to make you happy. Certainly being around the people that I enjoy gives me a boost but I shouldn't rely on others to get me to my happy place. There are two men in my life at the moment, one of whom I have been infatuated with Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-72902028445007667042009-01-12T17:13:00.000-08:002009-01-12T17:18:21.865-08:00Facebook is beginning to get on my nerves. As cool as it is to keep in touch with people and to see exciting friends from long ago, it is beginning to piss me off. There are hurtful things posted and sometimes people can't be bothered to reply to messages which pisses me off.Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-52353638067244562462008-12-03T10:39:00.001-08:002008-12-03T10:39:56.970-08:00I'm starting to have more faith in my intelligence. For ages I have been doubting myself, and second guessing every decision, hashing and rehashing things until I more or less believed I was incapable of making decisions. I would put things off feeling that I was incapable of doing them. Being with Allan made this feeling worse, I don't know why.Something has changed.Two days ago I was playing Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-82869559186992017192008-12-03T09:06:00.000-08:002008-12-03T09:07:27.925-08:00I seem to have adopted a stray. You know what they say about feeding strays, you shouldn't do it and if you do they keep coming back. In my defense I thought that only applied to cats. I seem to have found a human stray of the collegiate variety. She invites herself over, plunks herself down in front of my television. Frequently she comes over to use our washing and drying machines. Recently she Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-50410227145029877262007-06-15T02:42:00.000-07:002007-06-15T02:49:41.581-07:00I'm angry and I can't sleep. It is almost 3 am and tomorrow I am working by myself for the first time at my new job. It would have been nice to have gotten some sleep. I am just so angry and frustrated I can't sleep. A has done it again he has totally infuriated me, he is selfish, stupid and worse. I can't wait to move out, only I might not be able to afford it. I haven't heard anything Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-1651359440785776952007-03-12T12:19:00.000-07:002007-03-12T12:21:36.868-07:00The real fountain of youth is to have a dirty mind.-Jerry HallGnomenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-52688939162956518172007-03-06T12:21:00.001-08:002007-03-06T12:21:31.904-08:00Going to the doctor on Thursday. Am really scared.Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-17359104335141433352007-02-22T10:24:00.000-08:002007-02-22T10:29:04.558-08:00It is a beautiful day outside but I am feeling really low inside. I know I have to break up with Allan but it is so hard. He is so loving and kind to me, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with me. He wants to have children with me, at one point in my life that is also what I wanted. Sarah doesn't want him to come to Newfoundland, I feel like a horrible person Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-34093905779517279452007-02-14T11:27:00.000-08:002007-02-14T11:48:12.166-08:00So here is the deal, and for those of you who hate introspective posts I suggest you fuck off, I am gloriously unhappy.I was thinking about it the other day. I am totally trapped, and it sucks. Here I was labouring under the misapprehension that my Mother would descend up on me at graduation upon a fluffy cloud of love and hand over the much promised house. Wrong! So now I am $64000 in debt Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-91391183993436369582007-02-08T08:15:00.000-08:002007-02-07T18:50:34.212-08:00I love that Prince managed to stick a phallic symbol in the middle of his performance at the superbowl. That is just fucking rad. Censors take themselves far too seriously!Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-46286606427974784042007-02-07T11:18:00.001-08:002007-02-07T11:18:34.194-08:00i don't know how to make it so you can comment on my posts...bugger!Gnomenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-91439930123757192342007-02-05T10:12:00.000-08:002007-02-05T10:14:57.641-08:00As you can see I have made some changes around here.I didn't want to change my set-up until I had managed to save all my posts about Cameron, and some of the responses from my friends. So I (on a totally different topic) have started putting all of my spare change in a piggy bank in my room in order to save up for travels this summer. My January total was $38. YAY me!Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-1165008983956493882006-12-01T13:35:00.000-08:002006-12-01T13:36:24.243-08:00This is what I want to say to my Mom, but I know she will be hurt.Hi Mom,I apprecaite your letter. I honestly didn't mean to send you my education rant. The trueth is Mom I do not have the gpa or qualifications to get into any education program for next year. Otherwise that would be my first choice. (Insert Mother yelling at Naomi here) I get really frustrated sometimes when I speak to you Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-1164145184064293752006-11-21T13:33:00.000-08:002006-11-21T13:39:44.236-08:00Jazz went in for surgery today. He is having two of his teeth extracted. I don't know why, but I really do love that crotchety old so-and-so. I worry about him, I think it might be better for him if we closed off the cat door soon and made him poop in a box. But then Jazz is such a happy guy when he is outside. I believe his life would be drastically prolonged if I made him an inside cat Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-1163800106790042582006-11-17T13:44:00.000-08:002006-11-17T13:48:26.793-08:00Bill introduced me to a new word...Moose knuckles. Moose knuckles refers to the effect that a frontal wedgie has on a man's genitals.Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-1163799667406620572006-11-17T13:40:00.000-08:002006-11-17T13:41:07.436-08:00"I remember, when I was in university I studied history, and there was this one major historian of the Third Reich, Ian Kershaw. And his quote was, 'The path to Auschwitz was paved with indifference.' I know it's not very funny being a comedian talking about the Holocaust, but I think it's an interesting idea that not everyone in Germany had to be a raving anti-Semite. They just had to be Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-1162919673493037882006-11-07T09:08:00.000-08:002006-11-07T09:14:33.523-08:00I can't get this stuff out of my head. I am so frustrated and angry I can't get anything done, nor can I sleep. I have stuff that needs doing today which because of the stuff that is going on at the theatre I am just unable to focus on. This was suppossed to be fun! I am nervous now because basically I feel like I have been put in a position where I can't direct my crew. All they have to say Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-1162886477876655282006-11-06T23:58:00.000-08:002006-11-07T00:01:17.900-08:00It has not been a super week. My play turned out well, and people seemed to enjoy it. Unfortunetly in the last week or so there has been some shitty behaviour and quite frankly I went home tonight feeling like I wanted to cry. I can't sleep because I keep going over conflicts in my head and I need sleep! This whole stupid thing is ruining my enjoyment of the play. I am suppossed to be happy Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-1162249238826111672006-10-30T14:59:00.000-08:002006-10-30T15:00:38.860-08:00Today I went to a Mental Health Clinic to pick up some knitted Breasts for my drag show.Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3134867.post-1161965279595910702006-10-27T09:06:00.000-07:002006-10-27T09:07:59.623-07:00Mom used to call me no-muss no-fuss, heeh. Haven't heard that in a long time. I miss my Mom, she is always supportive in my creative endeavors. I wish she could be here to see my show, although I understand how important it is to her to be doing whats she is doing.I just miss her.Gnomenoreply@blogger.com0