Alright. So, I usually splam my blogs, but other than plugging away at work for 8+ hours a day, i've been dodging skunks at 3:30 AM. On foot. In the dark. No flashlight.

...Forcing myself to remain biased that maybe those things wandering towards me are not bunnies to go and chase.

The same method of thinking has lead me into wanting to make a self-owned art gallery, however, and have my own very website. I'm calling it "Generically Yours." This place actually spurred it, because by perhaps being an attention-whore, i'll get good results in TWO ways at once if i can lead people here or to the gallery, and make them touch two bases at once.
I'm putting my brains in my pocket, on this one. :P


Alright. So, focus, Jen, focus.
The Gallery-in-progress.

I'm a bit of an artist. I hack the use of "poetry" to shreds. But, I don't use ink and graphite as a tracheonomy tool to my personality. My head doesn't need another blow-hole to suck more air into it to make it bigger, so understand that if i mumble about it, i'm most likely being technical. Or emo, if i'm stressed.

And if i ever start talking with a permanent phoney accent, flick my wrists like a drag-queen, and wear clothes that belong on a mime and try to take it seriously, i'd shun myself.
Because in that case, i might be like a skunk in the dark. :P
Bad pun, i know. I'm a living avalanche of them as they come. And clothes are silly, anyway.


Oh, and there's a band called the Butthole Surfers. I reccomend their songs "Pepper," "Whatever," and the "Shame of Life."

*Insert the Reading-Rainbow jingle here.*


Over and out.

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