i am against watches.
however i do like time.
my life is in a constant state of termoil anyway.
you can hardly keep time with that.
i never know what time zone to be in.
i wish i could change time zones depending on how i felt that day.
sometimes, i’m really just in a california state of time.
i wouldn’t mind a california roll right about now.
i enjoy sushi, but i think it’s more for the chopsticks.
i wish i could be one of those cool sushi eaters, but the thought of eating anything raw just seems so wrong.
haven’t we come so far in technology that the need to eat raw food is unnecessary?
it’s like ordering a rare steak.
you know you pay the same amount, no matter how long it’s on the grill.
i think i should be a vegetarian again.
if only vegetables tasted like chicken.
this week in jenna theatre, jenna is at a farm in canada where chickens and a rooster are allowed to roam free. while on the way down to swim, the rooster starts to eye jenna up and down. jenna, armed with a white towel to show that she comes in peace, waves the towel at the rooster to scoot it away. the rooster begins its retreat and walks down the hill. jenna, satisfied that the rooster is away, turns around to walk up the hill towards her co-swimmer alex, when suddenly there is a loud noise and alex, moving into action with a shovel, yells at her to run. jenna begins to scream and deciding alex has provided good advice, begins to run, as she is now being chased by the rooster. the rooster manages to graze the back of her calf before alex can scare him off. no harm done, except for jenna’s pride. jenna believes that attacking her from behind instead of face on proves that the rooster is indeed chicken.