JANE Q. PUBLIC HAS MOVED!

I'm moving this operation over to Wordpress because it's just got better features, so please change your links and subscriptions (all 5 of you!) accordingly:

http://janeqpublic.wordpress.com/

But once in awhile the roommates get something right-

...and with that, I swear I'm done slapping random crap up here. For tonight.

(yes, my creativity is at an all-time low.)

I used to live alone before I knew ya

The roommates are driving me bananas. I love this house, and I'm certainly glad to at least be living with dudes*, but I never wanted roommates. Of course it was a move of immediate necessity, so none of us had much of a choice (30 day notice to vacate old apartments where we were neighbors, due to sale of property).

I don't know... I just miss my space. And I miss being able to go to the kitchen in the middle of the night in whatever state of undress was the style at the time.

This house is for sale, and I wish so badly that I could buy it. Oh well.

*Ladies, if we're friends, you're in a rare club. I am so much more comfortable around guys - which probably makes me a tramp.

Just sayin...

All in all, I can't complain.

Gun Street Girl

I'm still too shaky, so rather than typing out a narrative of what just happened, here's the instant message version:

JQP: so i had to call 911 about 20 minutes ago

JQP: i was sitting outside smoking and there was all of this yelling at the apartments next door... then i heard three loud pops, and this time i DID NOT think it sounded like fireworks.

friend: Why?

JQP: two more when i was on the phone with the dispatcher

friend: Holy shit

JQP: stuck my head out the door after that and it was totally silent - like everyone had scattered

JQP: then i see a car head down the hill and a few seconds later i hear 5 or 6 more pops that sounded like they were going down the hill with the car

JQP: the fire trucks left, but the cops are still there

JQP: my guess is that no one was shot, but that someone may have shot a gun to scare the people they were arguing with.

JQP: i wish i had a police scanner.

friend: Oh my God, that's terrifying. Are you alright?

JQP: yeah, just really on edge.

JQP: i've never called the cops in my life.

Like Seinfeld, About Nothing

I should update more often. I partially blame Twitter. Also the hours I have to spend on Google Reader catching up in the evenings (don't have the luxury of a job that allows extracurricular internet usage outside of lunch break, so the queue in the reader gets awfully backed up). Furthermore, some days my job sucks my will to live.

Excuses, excuses.

If you could...

I don't know why I'm being such an ornery bitch tonight, but I just have this overwhelming urge to say to someone (no, not anyone in particular) "You know what? FUCK YOU." However, the only other living being in my house is the dog, and she'd probably just lick my face.

So tonight I would like to know, if you could call someone out on their bullshit (famous or not), who would it be? "Fuck you" or something a bit more eloquent. I'll go first, and you guys hit the comments...

I'm going with the obvious, so I can free everyone else up to be more creative: Sarah Palin.

A question for Palin

Dear Governor Palin,

What does it feel like to be a gimmick?

- Jane Q. Public

What a curious life we have found here tonight

I can't remember crying over how I looked any time other than when my mom would cut my hair when I was a kid.

But I found myself, face down in my pillow sobbing a little while ago. Maybe it was hormonal. Maybe it was the emotionally charged night we've all had. Maybe I'm crazy. Most likely it's a little of all three and then some.

There are people out there working much harder than I am (*ahem* petit fours) to get healthy and have a much bigger hill to climb than I do, but that doesn't make it any easier for me to look in the mirror when I don't like what I see.

It's tough, too, because I've been on the winning side of this battle before. I think not being happy with your appearance is even more difficult when you can remember a time when you were pleased with it. You know what you're missing.

I could sit here and try to be high and mighty, saying that this doesn't have anything to do with how other people see me, but I'd be lying. 90% of the time it is simply because I'm not happy with myself, but it hurts when you have to stand up and face the fact that where people once found you desirable, you now don't get a second look. It just sucks.

So, let's recap - we all witnessed a really important part of history tonight, Barack Obama gave an AMAZING speech and Olivia feels fat and sad.

I can always turn it into a Me event, can't I? Pity parties are lame.

Genius

I don't think the result was based on anything, but hey...