Jenny’s house of fun.

Get some weird questions in my mailbox, so here goes.

Favorite snack: ice cream
Favorite drug: pot
Favorite drink: ice cold ginger ale with a slice of lime
Favorite movie: Paterson
Favorite painter: Edward Hopper
Favorite porn star: Lana Rhoades
Favorite food: sushi
Favorite color: black
Favorite person: my daughter
Favorite country: Portugal

What did I miss?
 
Such weird dreams, feel all shaky and strange.
Not really a nightmare and definitely not a good dream, just weird. I hate this tingly, shaky feeling. Went to drink some water and ended up having three glasses standing at the counter.
Feel so unsettled.
1F outside and lots of snow and clouds, can't see the moon or the stars.
Empty streets and no traffic.
Can´t seem to settle, just walking around the empty house, prowling. Not sure what to do. Sat down with a book for a bit, but kept reading the same page over and over.
Yeah, I should just go back to bed probably.
Sorry, this was such a scattered post.
 
Such weird dreams, feel all shaky and strange.
Not really a nightmare and definitely not a good dream, just weird. I hate this tingly, shaky feeling. Went to drink some water and ended up having three glasses standing at the counter.
Feel so unsettled.
1F outside and lots of snow and clouds, can't see the moon or the stars.
Empty streets and no traffic.
Can´t seem to settle, just walking around the empty house, prowling. Not sure what to do. Sat down with a book for a bit, but kept reading the same page over and over.
Yeah, I should just go back to bed probably.
Sorry, this was such a scattered post.
This was beautiful, btw
 
In The Evening

The garden rang with music
Of inexpressible despair.
A dish of oysters spread on ice
Smelled like the ocean, fresh and sharp.

He told me: "I'm a faithful friend!"-
And lightly touched my dress.
How different from embraces
The touch of those two hands.

That's how one strokes a cat or bird
Or looks at slender lady riders…
Just laughter in his quiet eyes,
Beneath his light gold lashes.

And the despondent voices of the violins
Sing out beyond the hanging smoke:
"Give blessings to heaven above
At last you're alone with your beloved."

- Anna Akhmatova, 1914
 
So I did something wrong with my attempt to change name and it was sent back. And now everything works again so I don’t actually have to change my name.

Another missed opportunity to be Boaty McBoatface.
 
Days like today I always miss Sweden a lot.
The shortest day of the year and Lucia.
Mulled wine, St Lucia buns, gingerbread cookies and singing. You get up early and watch Lucia on the TV, you cuddle in the dark and there is often a Lucia at work too.

So I did what I could, I spent yesterday baking and today me and Julia woke daddy with a proper Lucia procession. Julia, of course, was Lucia and I was a handmaiden and we sang some songs and served buns and cookies.

Reading this now it sounds insane, but there are no words for the things in English so I googled them, so it might be wrong.

Anyway, John loved it and Julia was so excited to be Lucia.
A very successful morning.
The whole family (John) also said that my tits looked great in my white gown.
😁
 
This is a great thread. Thanks for sharing what you do here. Haven't read all 79 pages🥰 but what I have, I liked. Think you're an amazing person, and the poem you quoted above is beautiful.
Thank you so much! I really appreciate it.
And please don't read all 79 pages, there are so many better things to spend time on, haha. It is just too much.
 
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