Hey, you! You know when you have about 8 million good ideas for stuff you want to do, and you know you’re never, ever going to get the time to accomplish all of them, not even if you quit your job and take up a meth habit? It’s frustrating. Although, really, I’d take that over being uninspired any day. So ...

Dear Friends: Three weeks might be a little early to be declaring victory over the hormone monster, but I’m feeling celebratory, so humor me. I think the fact that not a single freshly-dug grave has appeared in the backyard recently is an excellent sign that I’m back to normal. Which doesn’t mean I’m not still crabby as hell, I’m just ...

music for this snowstorm. driving hometothe stutterof brakesapunkrock counterpointaonehandedwhiteknuckledcold glovelessgrip.left handwarming betweenmythighs.dreamingofyou(rs). j.

Friends and Lovers: I have returned from La Florida. I’ll be writing about it on my travelogue, so I’m not going to go and spill all the beans right now. Instead, I’ll try to sum it all up in one photo: Kidding! Really.Jenni