united manual labor service is more like it….
August 30, 2004
I get so much more exercise when I’m single. I live in a fifth-floor walkup and today the UPS man dropped off three big boxes from my mom — on the bottom floor. So, three trips later, all this stuff is in my living room. I’m building biceps, I tell you.
Incidentally, the internet connection in my apartment goes out when my roommate blowdries her hair. Apparently the high wattage sucks all the power from the cable router.
In any case, I put up a new photo gallery in the “Modeling” section, so you can check that sucker out.
any press is good press, and this is really flattering press
August 29, 2004
I’m in the New York Post again, in a followup article to my first appearance in the Post’s dating column.
According to the Post, I am a “hipster hottie.” According to Dale, I’m “the kind of person I wouldn’t mind being stuck at an airport with.”
That picture was taken in the laundromat next door to the diner.
Brenda? Charmed to meet you.
August 29, 2004
So, for about the one hundredth time in the last decade, someone has pointed out how much I look like Shannen Doherty. Or, how much she looks like me.
I have been getting this comment since roughly 1992. Over a decade. Throughout junior high, high school, college, and a modeling career, people have been telling me how much I look like bitchy Brenda from Beverly Hills 90210.
Sometimes, people object that Shannen is not hot, but personally, I think she is quite hot, and that people are projecting their knowledge of her notoriously unpleasant personality onto what I must say are some pretty smokin’ photos.

I wanna be like Molly Ringwald
August 27, 2004
And now, the t-shirt! I designed and ordered this and will be wearing it on the subway in 8-14 days!

she has no mercy, none at all, temptress, succubus, demon woman
August 27, 2004
I just wrote to a guy I’m going on a first date with…
“But don’t show up to coffee with fragile self-confidence, because I’ll just crush it under my pointy stilleto pumps and transmute your hollowed-out carcass into a spiritually undead minion in the Army of Jen.”
Area Woman’s Mom finds out about blog
August 27, 2004
It took my mom exactly half a day to find out I had a blog and she was quoted on it. This, of course, reminded me of the Onion article in which the speaker’s computer-illiterate mother finally stumbled across his blog and commented “I don’t know why you didn’t tell me about your ‘computer diary’!” I went looking for the article, but the Onion has now declared it a “premium-only” property.
I’m so little and sticky
August 27, 2004
I’m getting some promotional stickers, reprinted here actual size! Soon to be affixed to various and sundry items nationwide!
(They’re cheaper in black and white. Maybe someday I’ll have full-color stickers. Oh, a girl can dream!)
867-5309….
August 27, 2004
Just so everybody knows, I have really only one major pet peeve. I mean, besides the obvious stuff that nobody likes, like “people leaving their old, crusted mac and cheese in the sink.”
My pet peeve is people who are emailing with you and then write back to say “Call me to discuss.” We ARE discussing! What are you, illiterate? There is no need to switch mediums mid-conversation. Type whatever the hell you want to say and hit send. Phones are for losers.
If I were a butler, my name would be…
August 27, 2004
The president of my fan club ordered me some plastic balls from Amazon for use in a photoshoot.
UPS delivered them, I signed for them, and all was well. But, not knowing I had received the package, Chris tracked it on the UPS website and wrote this email:
Jen,The UPS webpage says that the balls were delivered about two hours ago, but it also says the signer was JENNINGS and that they were delivered in the Bronx.
Where are our balls?
Sports Illustrated needs me for my mind
August 26, 2004
So, I got in my application for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Model Search. It’s actually a reality show, in conjunction with NBC, called “America’s Next Top Swimsuit Model.”
It required writing about twenty 250-words-or-less essays about myself — why I like modeling, if I ever use my looks to my advantage, whether I’m a competitive person, etc. I’m hoping the sheer volume of verbiage required scared off the stupid models, so the competition will be down to me and other smart chicks. Hmnn, that WOULD make a good show!
Anyway, here’s one of the pictures I submitted. Thanks to Gary Winter for the great shot! (Taken in the fountain in Central Park).







