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term="money" /><title>Miss Jenny Watson</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://missjenniferwatson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://missjenniferwatson.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1715098310633968147/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14109156633436709945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="15" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iMWxw2p7_H8/S9DNTzgV4SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ojF9lB8-uyE/S220/me.jpeg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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The other day I made a faux pas. A text faux pas. You see, I got a text from this woman, a woman I don't know well, in fact we only met once and we spoke professionally, although there was an underlying chemistry. When I responded to her text I ended it with a winky face emoticon. Yikes. I meant to use a happy face emoticon. I didn't mean to flirt. I could have flirted — I mean, I might have 
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I'm always at a loss for words when I see a Facebook friend change their relationship status to 'in a relationship' and immediately start gathering 'likes'. What are these people liking exactly? And why is this Facebook friend needing people to 'like' their relationship? What exactly is going on here? Is this about approval? Are they liking the fact that their friend is capable of getting a man
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I am self-employed. I have been for awhile, but recent events have got me thinking it might be time to get a job — or move to Europe. One being the loss of one of my biggest clients (they hired an in-house designer). I started thinking about what I would like to do. Besides the obvious of getting a graphic design job, or something in production. I mean, what interests me, where do I see myself 
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I ran into this woman last night that I've had a crush on forever. This woman is not on Facebook — for whatever reason — she isn't. So, I only know her from the last time I saw her, you know, like in the olden days. She is the kind of woman that makes you feel like a 13-year-old boy. The kind of woman that makes you feel nervous and shy and insecure, the kind of woman that feels 'out of your 
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I  got back from Vancouver last night. I was there visiting my family for the holidays. The night I arrived, I arranged drinks with a bunch of old pals. Some couldn't come and one of my oldest friends was one of them. I was disappointed. Mostly cause I kind of got the feeling from the excuse given that this friend was just not into me anymore. This friend had moved on. I will admit this 
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I have trouble sleeping. I have trouble sleeping quite often. You see, I'm a thinker. Now, I'm not saying that I am an intellectual, in fact, far from it. My formal education is well, non-existent. I am not thinking about world issues or philosophical ideas, I'm thinking about, well, wait for it....myself. Now, it might surprise you to know what I am thinking about. It might surprise you to 
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Things you should not do when depressed





1. Hang out on Facebook. 
Sometimes just a quick scroll through my news feed is enough to send me on that downward spiral. Exes frolicking about, crushes that don't crush you back, parties you weren't invited to (they were lame for sure, but Facebook makes them somehow seem thrilling), oh I see 'blah blah' and 'blah blah' are now in a relationship — 
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So, my computer was away in the repair shop for about a week. During that time I noticed a few things — well besides nature and the Food Network. I realized how much I rely on it. For more than just work that is (and porn). The morning after it broke down, I woke up in a haze. Did I dream that? Is compie really gone? I looked out the window to a beautiful, sunny day. Hmm, I thought it was 
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Last night I was awoken at 3am. I heard some sort of clank noise that jolted me awake, followed by the sound of water. Drip. Drip. Drip. My sleepy mind struggled to understand what was happening. My first thought was that there was a killer in my house. My heart began to race. Then I turned on the light and slowly crept out of my bedroom. I saw no one and continued to hear the Drip Drip. I came
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With all the online sharing we do these days, it's become second nature to want to photograph, write and post all the moments of our lives. Or blog about our silly opinions on things (for example). Lately when I've seen something beautiful, from a stunning sunset, to my niece pulling a cute face, to the sexy gaze of my crush — my first instinct was to want to photograph it. "ooh, where's my 
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The last few days, it seems Fall has fallen upon us. It was Summer one day, then I went to bed. When I woke up, it was Fall. I'm not ready. Maybe I'm just in denial. Maybe slow to change. Whatever do I wear? What was I wearing last Fall? I seem to forget every season change what to wear. I feel like I'm just starting to 'get' Summer and now...here comes Fall. I guess I'll just throw on a 
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I flew in from Vancouver late last night. When I got on the plane I was immediately disappointed with the level of attractiveness of the flight attendants, they were more the motherly type and that's not what I look for in flight attendants. I mostly stared out the window, looking for shapes in the clouds while listening to my iPod, but then as the sun set I decided to check out the movie 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fbPnsI2S9v-MHZDLbEfAM44ZJrY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fbPnsI2S9v-MHZDLbEfAM44ZJrY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GJahU/~4/APYRZDsH-rw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://missjenniferwatson.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-growing-and-changing-and-changing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAHSHgzfCp7ImA9WhdSFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1715098310633968147.post-366846360827414400</id><published>2011-07-26T11:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T11:38:59.684-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-26T11:38:59.684-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breakups" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="neurosis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="texts" /><title>Goes both ways</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://missjenniferwatson.blogspot.com/feeds/366846360827414400/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://missjenniferwatson.blogspot.com/2011/07/goes-both-ways.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1715098310633968147/posts/default/366846360827414400?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1715098310633968147/posts/default/366846360827414400?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GJahU/~3/w4EfyH7voZY/goes-both-ways.html" title="Goes both ways" /><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14109156633436709945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="15" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iMWxw2p7_H8/S9DNTzgV4SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ojF9lB8-uyE/S220/me.jpeg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utvLW_Jk7Mw/Ti7dO3MUJcI/AAAAAAAAAm0/bkhiBjhQMDE/s72-c/mopeyOnion.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Ever since I 'broke up' with my friend, I've been paying more attention to the friendships I currently have. Are there anymore break ups I need to initiate? I'll admit that I have been jokingly telling some 'be nice or I'll friend break up with you!' However, I've been noticing that I am being slowly broken up with by a few. I mean, they are not being blunt and telling me it's over, but come on, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4YDjBMonuHrBCM24Peoa_IgK6Ss/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4YDjBMonuHrBCM24Peoa_IgK6Ss/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/GJahU/~4/2s5SH-x5onE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://missjenniferwatson.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-belle-epoque-of-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8NRH07eip7ImA9WhdTEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1715098310633968147.post-8573630197122386972</id><published>2011-07-09T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:58:15.302-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-09T14:58:15.302-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cheap" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="party" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toronto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drinking" /><title>Friday night at the Legion</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://missjenniferwatson.blogspot.com/feeds/8573630197122386972/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://missjenniferwatson.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday-night-at-legion.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1715098310633968147/posts/default/8573630197122386972?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1715098310633968147/posts/default/8573630197122386972?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/GJahU/~3/jkxp0a8j7uU/friday-night-at-legion.html" title="Friday night at the Legion" /><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14109156633436709945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="15" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iMWxw2p7_H8/S9DNTzgV4SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ojF9lB8-uyE/S220/me.jpeg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Azl6d20kl3k/Thif-DrsQ5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/3Xe6hfhxa0o/s72-c/HeinekinWheel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Last night I went to my good friend's 40th birthday party. Another friend of ours had rented out the Legion — who knew? I got on my bike and immediately regretted it as the humid air started wreaking havoc on my freshly washed body and styled hair, but I pushed on. I arrived just after 7pm to a beautiful setting on the water, a harbour full of boats — again, who knew? I went to the bar and 
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