tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74487889670681211052011-04-21T17:39:59.959-04:00jaymiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346418906862649819noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448788967068121105.post-6652175401403171842007-12-16T01:22:00.000-05:002007-12-16T01:40:00.705-05:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R2TEXqdUTRI/AAAAAAAAABc/KY6sTE7mcJI/s1600-h/9115tr-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R2TEXqdUTRI/AAAAAAAAABc/KY6sTE7mcJI/s320/9115tr-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144452585177238802" /></a><br /><br />I have a problem with falling off the planet every once in a while. Not only in person (like to friends and family) but it clearly applies on the blog too. I might have a commitment problem or something. Either way, the fun news is that I am going to Oregon for a week to shoot at things and go off roading and drink too much wine. I am also going to try to hypnotize a chicken. (they have them there). <br /><br />I'll post stuff from there, because I am convinced that there is more interesting stuff going on in the middle of nowhere than in New York. (That sounds retarded and pretentious but I find the two compliment each other more often than not. Oh, wait- irony is soooo 2002)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7448788967068121105-665217540140317184?l=jaymiejaymiejaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaymiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346418906862649819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448788967068121105.post-30395620742451682602007-11-20T18:11:00.001-05:002007-11-20T18:17:50.704-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0NqTCUZEgI/AAAAAAAAABE/wStIfe6ObEs/s1600-h/dyke.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0NqTCUZEgI/AAAAAAAAABE/wStIfe6ObEs/s320/dyke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135064875404956162" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0NqTSUZEhI/AAAAAAAAABM/NNJYG3yLmnE/s1600-h/dyke3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0NqTSUZEhI/AAAAAAAAABM/NNJYG3yLmnE/s320/dyke3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135064879699923474" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0NqTiUZEiI/AAAAAAAAABU/qCcjFy0FsDQ/s1600-h/dyke4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0NqTiUZEiI/AAAAAAAAABU/qCcjFy0FsDQ/s320/dyke4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135064883994890786" /></a><br />I ran into my good old pal Ryan today on the street and he took me underground, where I proceeded to dress up as a 'teenage runaway' (aka myself circa '96) or a lesbian, which is how I dress every day. Brendan has a much better account of the story, which you can read here: http://www.thebrendandonnelly.blogspot.com<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7448788967068121105-3039562074245168260?l=jaymiejaymiejaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaymiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346418906862649819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448788967068121105.post-80886515051993352292007-11-19T21:00:00.000-05:002007-11-19T21:04:49.652-05:00<br><br />me: "i kind of like that we have the longest running one night stand in history." <br /><br />ps. (i don't like it at all)<br /><br><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7448788967068121105-8088651505199335229?l=jaymiejaymiejaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaymiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346418906862649819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448788967068121105.post-6026330704283279602007-11-19T15:52:00.000-05:002007-11-19T16:03:28.038-05:00This is what my shitty camera phone can offer from the night<br /><br><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0H5bSUZEfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NWcIUHJifNY/s1600-h/IMG00213.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0H5bSUZEfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NWcIUHJifNY/s200/IMG00213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134659297348227570" /></a><br />New Jersey is the place where major things happen in my life. I lost my virginity there and now went to my first UFC fight. I also met Joey from New Kids on the Block in Englewood, NJ when i was 11. <br /><br />Anyway, the fights were pretty OK, Houston Alexander got his face punched in which was upsetting and Michael BIsbing lost to a decision. Crowd hIghlights included; feeling popular because I randomly knew people in the crowd, eating Honey Nut Cheerios from a gas station on the way home in the car and seeing my name written on the same envelope as Chuck Liddell's.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7448788967068121105-602633070428327960?l=jaymiejaymiejaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaymiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346418906862649819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448788967068121105.post-70963442454235063532007-11-19T15:49:00.000-05:002007-11-19T16:03:57.075-05:00This is Chich the Chihuahua. She's pretty much awesome. Likes to be dressed up and photographed. Her dad's a photographer and her mom's a model, so she's kind of fashion royalty. Her wardrobe is higher end than mine.<br /><br><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0H27CUZEeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/inTUSVoqOx8/s1600-h/IMG00220.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0H27CUZEeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/inTUSVoqOx8/s200/IMG00220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134656544274190818" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7448788967068121105-7096344245423506353?l=jaymiejaymiejaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaymiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346418906862649819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448788967068121105.post-11471762791740590892007-11-19T15:45:00.000-05:002007-11-19T16:02:15.442-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0H2BiUZEdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OyoMA5yBzZQ/s1600-h/IMG00210.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0H2BiUZEdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OyoMA5yBzZQ/s200/IMG00210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134655556431712722" /></a><br />I stopped by Beverly's (Battletits) intimate brithday dinner on friday and didn't stop talking until the bill was paid. Good thing everyone had finished eating. Then a few of us went to my house and watched Queen of the Damned. I mean, 90's goth vampires, what's up? Aaliyah? Hello? Trashtastic.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7448788967068121105-1147176279174059089?l=jaymiejaymiejaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaymiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346418906862649819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448788967068121105.post-5408064303723003082007-11-19T15:34:00.001-05:002007-11-19T16:04:46.698-05:00this is me on sunday at a diner in New Jersey having breakfast. hissing cat.<br /><br><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0H1kyUZEcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9L_m1l1U_p0/s1600-h/IMG00365.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Amqx_FQfunE/R0H1kyUZEcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9L_m1l1U_p0/s200/IMG00365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134655062510473666" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7448788967068121105-540806430372300308?l=jaymiejaymiejaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaymiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346418906862649819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448788967068121105.post-19444636400001331292007-11-16T15:01:00.000-05:002007-11-16T15:02:47.768-05:00slaymie: I'm rotting<br />Kc: Dude<br />Kc: Uggggg<br />slaymie: How's it feel to get power raped<br />Kc: Wtf<br />Kc: I mean<br />Kc: Ugggg<br />Kc: Kill<br />Kc: Me<br />slaymie: I'm useless<br />Kc: Yep<br />Kc: Me too<br />Kc: I could either die or die<br />Kc: Im half dead<br />slaymie: Either way you're already dead<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7448788967068121105-1944463640000133129?l=jaymiejaymiejaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaymiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346418906862649819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448788967068121105.post-59020712193785360752007-11-15T23:09:00.000-05:002007-11-15T23:11:13.582-05:00"Sometimes you have to pet the bunny and stroke the bunny... before you kill the bunny."<br /><br />-Teen Skipper<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7448788967068121105-5902071219378536075?l=jaymiejaymiejaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaymiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346418906862649819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448788967068121105.post-72988053561198788922007-11-15T15:26:00.000-05:002007-11-15T15:35:10.604-05:00When you tell me a boy you really like is in your bed I say: <br /><br />"Quick, chop him up in little pieces and put him under your bed. I'll help you eat the evidence later."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7448788967068121105-7298805356119878892?l=jaymiejaymiejaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaymiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346418906862649819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7448788967068121105.post-12428046346403708942007-11-15T15:03:00.000-05:002007-11-15T15:22:36.864-05:00I'm a blackberry messenger addict. I spend the majority of my day mindlessly clicking away on this toy that I am (admittedly) powerless over... I figured i might as well post a few conversations here, thus opening the floodgates of voyeurism into my infinitesimal life. <br /><br />This is one between Brendan and me from last night- while I was teen-vacationing on the Upper East Side (watching Gossip Girl, doubling my usage of "duh" and "like" and more importantly, regressing into the warm cocoon that is the almighty teen-angst). <br /><br />mr. cool guy: Dude buffy the vampire slayer<br />mr. cool guy: Luke perry <br />mr. cool guy: Kristy swanson<br />mr. cool guy: Donald sutherland<br />mr. cool guy: Hillary swank<br />mr. cool guy: Major<br />mr. cool guy: Paul ruben aka pee wee herman<br />mr. cool guy: Whoa!<br />mr. cool guy: Ben affleck!!<br />Brendan donnelly: Where are you 1995?<br />mr. cool guy: Basically<br />mr. cool guy: Does the word 'duh' mean anything to you?<br />mr. cool guy: 'Get out of my facial'<br />Brendan donnelly: Ha<br />mr. cool guy: Best lines ever<br />Brendan donnelly: Serial<br />Brendan donnelly: I'm doug and I'm outta heeeerre<br />mr. cool guy: Ahhahhaha<br />Brendan donnelly: I wanna dip my balls in it!<br />mr. cool guy: You're such a blemish<br />Brendan donnelly: Hahaha what ever squirt<br />mr. cool guy: You're totally you-porning right now perv<br />Brendan donnelly: Nope watching last of the mohigans. Tomorrow I'm doing some emotional therapy shopping<br />mr. cool guy: Aka lugs<br />mr. cool guy: Lugz<br />Brendan donnelly: Fresh kicks, levis and the glasses dwight schrute wears<br />mr. cool guy: Hahhahhahhaha<br />Brendan donnelly: Dude light blue levis 501, wayne campbell style and a flanel hoodie comm<br />Brendan donnelly: Combo<br />Brendan donnelly: From kmart. Chunky white kswisses. Is that even cool? I just don't know anymore?<br />Brendan donnelly: Or these?<br />Brendan donnelly: File: IMG00185.jpg (9 KB)<br />Brendan donnelly: I really need a girlfriend to set me straight<br />mr. cool guy: Dude neither but if you have to the latter<br />mr. cool guy: HaaAaaay... Girlfriend!<br />Brendan donnelly: This movie makes no sense. Ill stick with shot of love with tila tequila<br />mr. cool guy: Buffffffaaaay!<br />Brendan donnelly: Clarissa<br />mr. cool guy: Sabrina the teenage witch<br />Brendan donnelly: Rayanne from my so called life is still my dream girl<br />Brendan donnelly: Ricky is my backup<br />mr. cool guy: Lothos is an evil vampire<br />Brendan donnelly: And the chick from the craft, the newest witch, will always be in my hand (catch my drift)<br />mr. cool guy: Dude<br />Brendan donnelly: I'm just looking for a girl that layers all her clothes, wears docs and has dyed streak in hair and necklaces aka a choker<br />mr. cool guy: Acne and lots of eyeliner<br />Brendan donnelly: And a secret drinking problem<br />Brendan donnelly: I love a girl with a bit of acne and some fucked up teeth<br />Brendan donnelly: No lie<br />mr. cool guy: For reals<br />mr. cool guy: H<br />mr. cool guy: O<br />mr. cool guy: T<br />Brendan donnelly: Add some dad issues and I dound a woman I will marry and divorce on the spot<br />Brendan donnelly: How do I cut and paste this convo on my blog?<br />mr. cool guy: Hit menu and copy hsitory<br />mr. cool guy: History<br />mr. cool guy: And then paste in an e-mail and send to yourself<br />mr. cool guy: Boom<br />Brendan donnelly: And scabs, not std ones though!! For some resaon picked scabbs ar hot. Imm a fucking weirdo<br />mr. cool guy: I'll do it too<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7448788967068121105-1242804634640370894?l=jaymiejaymiejaymie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jaymiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17346418906862649819noreply@blogger.com0