Music: Adrenalize - In This Moment (on Blood, 2012)
Mood: Jenna vs. the Hot Fudge Sundae

2:12am - "It's getting Jenna to sit down and focus, that's the challenging part..."

Sometimes I imagine that my psychosis has grown so intense that all of this - gestures broadly at everything - is a total delusion. That - as I'm going about my daily activities in my perceived reality - I'm actually just a raving mad kitten, perched in the corner of a padded room, my posture affording a glimpse of my panties beneath the oversized long-sleeved tee slipping down around my shoulders with those trademark tangled locks of shimmery, multi-hued blonde hair.

Doctors observing from afar because no one really likes to discuss the... incident... that occurred the last time one of them got too close, and - I mean - they don't actively acknowledge that as the cause of their distance, but it's... an unspoken understanding.

"She's an intoxicating fantasy but a devastating reality..." One of them scribbles in the margin of their notebook.

Hannibal Lector, Randle McMurphy, Harley Quinn, Lisa Rowe... I keep sexy company.

*eyes flash... whiskers twitch*

So, I'm unofficially announcing an official launch date of March 02nd.

This is completely tentative and totally subject to change, but I am going to strive for this with the fury of a thousand burning suns.

*slides tongue to the roof of my mouth... makes little clicking noise*

I just randomly woke up at like 5:23am the other morning with something whispering that idea into my ear. "You know, March 02nd would be a good day," It said casually, twisting a lock of my aforementioned shimmery hair around its finger.

At the time, I simply rolled over, slid a long, tanned leg from underneath the sheets, mumbled an incoherent jumble of what we're all agreeing to transcribe as, "Mmmhmmm, pogo stick turtle chalkboard candy cane" and passed back out. It wasn't until later in the day that I was struck with that sudden recollection of dreamtime consciousness that the idea elicited a far more enthusiastic response, alongside clenched muscles and moistened lips.

And, I mean, I'm starting to feel as though I NEED something of this nature; a little wooden cutout rabbit with a target painted in the middle, racing across the track in front of me, to force my finger back against the trigger, you know? Because I could totally foresee the perfectionist in me adding day after day to its body count for the next year. "I'm so close..." Whimpered breathlessly, "I'm almost there..."

"Do you have any perfectionist in you? ...Want some?" I purr, giggling mischievously at the young doctor jotting down notes on his clipboard.

He chuckles despite himself and looks up at me over his glasses. I slide gracefully off my perch on the edge of the cool steel table and slink towards him on my hands and knees. He clears his throat and nervously looks away.

Because, I mean... I have so many ideas for Planet Jenna, I'm already 3 years down the road with everything and planning my eventual buy-out of Amazon. But, you have to lay your foundations before you can start building your empire skyward. Your fiery little kitten's foundations just have a few less books and a few more scantily-clad pictorials. There will be plenty of stories and writings, too, though... And I know all you boys just come here to read the articles anyway.

XXX,
J