Lesse what have I been up to....well I moved outta my Mom's house and into a group home, and now am getting kicked outta there *can't seem to quell my inner lush for long* to a place unknown, perhaps Statn Island bound....who knows, stay tuned for the next segment of...what goes on in Jen's head.

For those of you who don't know, there is another world all it's own, with it's own rules and regulations, laws, and sundries. In fact for those of you who are not "blue" as the "blue speech" speaks of, you would never believe it possible. I certainly didn't until it was thrust into my world with all the gentility of a 40 foot aligator, thanks to one Mr. Wallstreet. Yeah......long time readers, remember him? Well he's back, and better than ever according to him.

You see there's such a thing as microwaves, and when those are focused, emazing things can happen, such as beaming your voice straight into someone's head. Which he has done, along with many other things, such as moans, screams, sirens *that one was a whole lotta fun* He has me pleading for love and begging for cigarettes. Well, his Dad has me begging for cigarettes, otherwise I get a tummy ache...*figure that one out smart people* but he calls me daughter-in-law and buys me stuff so...love ya Daddy.

Anyways, so, I have Sean in my head all.the.time. He tells me, he loves me, then makes me walk around for 3 miles, to "earn his love" because he's rich, is all I can fathom....or because he kisses like a demon, we'll see.

Because of him I have not one but 2 hurt feet. And because of my love for the Mary Jane, which I happened to find a cohort in, at the house. He's 19, we'll call him E-Roc. He's sweet, just a baby really, in the first throes of frst loves and first heart-aches. Needs a big sister type which I am more than happy to provide, and in return I get bud. Yay! Win-win.

Lets see. Among the list of debacles I have been in involved in....

1.Praying for sleep to save my Moms life.
2.Praying for the urge to turn down a cigarette for fear of my own.
3.Thinking that random people are people from my past in different bodies.
4.Thinking that the likes of Aldous Huxley and Timothy Leary are talking to me.
5.Losing a best friend because of the 2nd two.
6.Walking 3 miles, finding a bar and kissing a drunk guy.
7.Talking to the television, *and having it talk back no less*.
8.Thinking a random gang was going to shoot me with invisible guns.
9.Thinking movies were "experiences" to be feared and loathed.

Now the good things....

1.Meeting really cool famous people, such as Ellen, Kanye West, Kim Kardashian, Kourtney Kardashian, Mariah Carey, Puff Daddy, etc.
2.I got Sean back.
3.I made some money.
4.I might be famous myself soon.

That seems about fair, and that's about the rub of it. It pays to be nice to people, especially when you find out, almost everyone you know has a connection to it. You would never believe half the random people who are. This has resulted in no small degree of consternation for me, being brought it into it "the hard way" admittedly by Sean himself. It's a whole network of people who only know each other by talking in their heads.

More details to come, after I've been properly deprogrammed and relaxed.

Thanking