the importance of telling on ourselves

Earlier today, I was caught in a trance. Self-doubt, insecurity, fear, and an overall downward and inward spiral. I felt sad about my living situation, my job, the fact that the residual stuff from Breast Implant Illness impacts my mental clarity. I felt down about my overall life. I felt like a failure. Like a […]

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Analysis Paralysis, Self-Sabotage, & Intellectual Masturbation

Mostly I’m excited that I wrote the word “masturbation” in the title of this blog entry. I haven’t posted in over a month, which is the longest I’ve gone without posting in [insert dramatically long time here]. Guess what happened? Welp, I started making fun doodle videos… Like this one about how to be less […]

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making new decisions, dialing it down, and stubborn nipples

So. I got my breast implants out almost a year ago now, and living with tiny natural boobies is a rather new experience for me. Part of this experience is me being able to, like, feel things. With my nipple region. Praise baby Jesus. Another part of this is that I’ve tried 30 different bras […]

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the adventures of carl the blob

From the outside, Carl appeared to be quite similar to the other blobs. Really, the main difference was how he saw the world, how he felt, and what he thought. But, since this was all internal, no one else could see it. And they certainly didn’t understand it. The more he opened his mouth and […]

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the infamous jen novel text message and why having a blog helps me keep friends

This just in: NOT EVERYONE EXPERIENCES LIFE THE WAY I DO. Here’s what’s even crazier… Most people have NO INTEREST in experiencing life the way I do. You mean… You don’t want to learn life lessons like you’re on a constant MarioKart speed boost? You don’t want to exchange long rambles about all aspects of […]

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Day 272 of 365: transcending “that’s because…”

“You could convince me to buy a bag of dog poop,” a young coworker said to me last week. I worked in and excelled at sales for many years, and was told I could sell ice to an Eskimo. I always saw it as a compliment and a good thing, but when young’n at work […]

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Day 270 of 365: feel the suck. get the prize.

My boyfriend is a generally happy person. He lives his life in the middle numbers on the 1-10 scale. That’s kind of his base level of existence. When I get in wonky places, he’s able to easily snap me out of them. He’ll call me on my shit if I’m having a pity party, or […]

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