The more you know me

1) I’m afraid of Wasps and Heights

2) I need to walk on the right side

3) I have a tendency to overvalue the things that mean nothing to everybody else

4) I can’t remember books and movies

5) When somebody hurts my feelings, I don’t tell them. I just make a joke and silently fire them.

6) I have walked my kids to the bus stop in my pajamas many times

7) I weigh more than I did when I was pregnant, complain about it and continue to eat Toblerone with espresso chasers for lunch.

8 ) I never listen to my answering machine or return phone calls

9) I am easily distracted (I like shiny things)

10) There are people I don’t like, whom I have never even met

11) I have a fatal allergy but I can’t tell you what it is, because I’m scared you’ll try to kill me.

12) I think people who don’t like kids and puppies, suck!

13) I still like the song Bette Davis Eyes (Kim Carnes) and I’m admitting it, publicly.

14) I have occasional panic attacks

15) I cried when I watched Moulin Rouge

16) I wish I could yodel

17) I think Phone Sex is the best.

18) I lose my wallet and my keys every single day

19) I talk to my dog in a foreign accent from a country that doesn’t exist

20) I like to eat lettuce with peanut butter on it.

Still fascinated??

Jennifer June

Dear cyst, please forgive me for aborting you.

I think of you in your soulless sterile jar, feeling alone and rejected. I feel a pang of guilt and regret.
Yes you were annoying. Yes you kind of itched a little. Yes you scared the crap out of me as you grew
at what I felt to be a rather unreasonable rate. Yes I resent you for weighing less than an ounce which isn’t
anywhere near enough to blame my size on.
Nevertheless, I tenderly touch the bubble under my bandage and sense the emptiness where you once lived.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Is it just me?
No it is not, and that’s exactly what the marketing experts (with the help of Spike Jonze) at IKEA counted on when they made that stupid commercial about the lamp that sits in the pouring rain at night,, after being tossed to the curb like a piece of
disposable trash. We idiots cried on the inside and murmered “no… no little lamp.” YES we did!
That’s right, we did feel sorry for the little lamp, despite the open mockery of the actor, berating us in his lame Swedish accent which by the way sounds more Dutch and Swedish to me but whatever, what do I know? I have Swedish relatives and one Dutch friend and that hardly makes me an expert and honestly the more I think about it the more he kind of does sound Swedish but I’m still bitter because I STILL can’t watch that commercial without being overwhelmed by the deep burning desire to run through the streets crying “LAMP!! Lamp! Where are you lamp?”. NOT COOL.

Where was I? Ah yes…
Dear Cyst,
please forgive me for aborting you.

Jennifer June

I used to wonder why I was single…

So… I used to wonder why I was single for all those years and then tripped over an email correspondence with a boy I met through an online dating service. If this was my way of flirting I guess I didn’t really stand a chance did I?
It’s a wonder I trapped the guy I have now. Then again, we didn’t speak the same language when we met, I imagine that helped.

National Masturbation Advocacy Coalition
962, rue Sainte-Catherine Ouest
Montreal Quebec
H@B 1E3
(514)8@5-15@2

Re: File #3264769
Attention: Mr. Steve A. Cobgobblerr, Chief Demonstrator

It has come to our attention that you may be under the impression that
you were somehow being wrongfully accused of thought crime.
I would like first to inquire as to whether you had to hunt day and
night for the enclosed quote, or if you keep it on hand at all times as
a means of justification, in the event of an emergency.
I would like to assure you Mr. Cobgobblerr that we, here at

http://www.killing_him_softly_with_my_beave.com

support your cause whole heartedly. I would also like to remind you of
the hefty donation made by our staff just last Christmas. I add also, in
case you had forgotten, It was my colleagues and I who first petitioned
for the Stat Holiday that (thanks to us) enables every North American to enjoy
Weekly National Self Gratification Day. I understand your department has been
under a tremendous amount of stress due to the thorough investigations and repeated audits that you are
currently enduring, but please, take a moment to think before jumping to
conclusions.
Sincerely,
Jennifer Chapman

Shellout Credit Systems Ltd
2227 St-Catherine ouest,
Montreal, Quebec,
H2theY 1H9

22/04/03

In reply to: The Relevance of deposit 29290
National Masturbation Advocacy Coalition 962,
St-Catherine W.
Montreal Quebec H@B 1E3 (514) 8@5-15@2
Attention: Accounts Payable
To Whom It May Concern:
Subject: Response of our organization to your position

We here at scs feel that maybe our intentions were misconstrued by your organization.

The quote you mentioned in your previous letter was, as previously requested, part of our research for your ongoing campaign.

It is hard for us to understand the relevance of your most recent communication with us.
It would be advisable in the future if this sort of miscommunications between our organizations is to happen again to have a joint contingency plan full of double talk and non committal statements just so we can play with the big boys down at the chamber of commerce.

As far as we are concerned this payment is still due and the matter is not closed.
Regards,
Steven A. Cobgobblerr
Shellout Credit Systems Ltd
SCSL

SFW Canadian Institute of Psychiatry
696, rue Saint-Catherine Ouest
Montréal, QC H@B 1B9
(514)8@1-15@7

Mr. Cobgobblerr,
This letter has been forwarded to inform you that we have recently
received a copy of an email correspondence between yourself and Ms.
Jennifer Chapman.
While your letters prompted great concern for your health and personal
well being, they have also provided us with the opportunity to offer you
some information that should prove to be of great benefit to you.
Our institute is currently conducting a short, highly confidential
study of financially burdened, sexually repressed, neurotic, borderline
psychotic males with low ego strength and poor reality testing aged
18-35 who have significant social anxiety, labile mood and
moderate-to-high alcohol consumption. Eligible participants will receive
$40, a bag of 10 pairs of pre-owned, off-white tube socks and a $12.00
Pharmaprix gift certificate for 4-5 hours of interviews and testing. The
study also includes follow up therapy sessions and a 6 month membership
to The Montreal Soaring Council.
Please call immediately upon receipt of this letter, to confirm a
pre-interview assessment.

Sincerely, Dr. Dick Munchandrun

Jennifer June

And the winner is… Concombre a la Grec.

Last night was our 8th or 9th year in a row at the Quebec Writers Federation Awards Gala. The venue is beautiful. I am dying to put on a show there but I’m not sure if anyone will come, as the neighborhood leaves something to desired. Inside is a gorgeous art deco burlesque style theater. All wood, shell lamps, original moldings from the 20′s etc… but unfortunately it’s pretty much situated at the corner of crack and ho.

Every year we choose our seat with people watching in mind because that’s the real reason we go. Actually that’s a lie, we’re in it for the hors d’oeuvres. I may have to file a complaint though, I notice there are fewer every year. This year there were no mushroom pastries and no sushi and I saw Brent eating a paté cracker thing that I swear looked like cheese whiz on a Ritz cracker. I’m just saying.

This is the first year that none of my friends were nominated and I hadn’t actually read the books in advance (I know, I know) so I chose who to cheer for, as I often do, based on looks alone.

CBC’s Jeanette Kelly asked if she could sit with us and at some point in the conversation let it slip that she may or may not be single. I whispered to Brent to be on his best behavior, by which I meant for him to cruise charm her. He munched away on his shrimp puff and Kelly continued to be her hot sexy self to no avail. I tried.

“Hmph?”
“what is that you just ate?”
“I don’t know”
“What did it taste like?
“I’m not sure.”

My favorite acceptance speech was made by Monique Polak (and her adorable mother) for What World Is Left. She was so cute you could squish her and far more entertaining than the MC. He was so boring I could have cried.

I usually ask myself for a list of inspiration and an idea of what I got out of the evening but I’m a little exhausted and have a show to prepare for for tonight so my summarized version is: I think I might like to read Colin McAdam’s – Fall, It’s not because you are famous that you make a good master of ceremonies and if you put tiny pieces of feta and tomato on a cumber slice and pass it around on a silver tray you can call it concombre a la grec.

Jennifer June