Dear Jackson:

Dear Jackson,

Yo!

I know that we don't post about you as much as we used to, but please my dear, don't chalk it up to lack of obsession love on our part.  We still dig you, big time. It's just that so many of our lovely Twitarded friends have been lucky enough to meet you, and or experience your AMAZEBALLS band 100 Monkeys in person.  Since everyone else was getting their own case of Jacksonitis, we felt it was time to lay off the posts...we'd done our job of spreading the disease, mission accomplished.

Now this doesn't mean we have stopped posting about you, it's just that the posts have become less frequent. We don't feel compelled to write an overly detailed post every time we go to a 100 Monkeys show...because we have been blessed with 8 shows already, going on 9 this Sunday! I'd like to say that going to these shows has become a hobby of sorts.  If we could have gone to your LA & Anaheim shows this week too, we would have...but I'm sure you understand how life can get a little crazy at times...Life has been so crazy in fact, that even my handwriting has gone down the tube. Look, I was trying to calculate just how many times we have seen you...

Did a crack whore write this?

I keep track my what I wore. I sense a theme....

Anyways Jackson, I wanted to give you a little warning: We're coming for the meet & greet this Sunday at the HOB in San Diego. Yup, I know, just how much Jackson do you need? A lot apparently.  We're a little nervous because what if you recognize us [yah yah, don't flatter ourselves] & wonder what the hell we're doing at an official meet & greet when we have already met &  greeted you on numerous occasions. Well my friend, we sort of got "hooked up" you could say...and what was I supposed to do, let her die refuse?

Right, you see, we're in an awkward sitch.  So that said, be kind. We're really kind of nervous.  In the past we have quickly taken a picture with you, exchanged niceties, and been on our squeeish way...this time it seems more staged if you will. Oh and btw, ES is going to ask you something pretty big...so prepare yourself my future brother in law friend.

Lots of love,

TwiredJen

P.S. Just in case you need a reminder...

The 1st time you put your arms around us.

*Sigh*

XOXO J

Sometime A Girl's Gotta Do What A Girl's Gotta Do

Twitarded tends to start some posts like this: Warning: This post is going to be all over the place, or this post is really random, or this post has no direction...you get the idea. But fortunately for us, they're a bunch of liars. No matter how obscure or scatterbrained they "claim" their post will be...it's not.  Those h00rs always find a way to make it poignant, or at least, make you pee your pants.

But I digress...

Sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

I apologize for that visual travesty....it's Monday, what else can I say?   *SIGH*

This post really is going to be all over the gawdamn place. For realz.  I have had a few glasses of champagne and there really isn't anything Rob Twilight related to write about, but I feel like writing...so there. Deal.

Ok, that's not entirely true.  I have some news!  ES & I are going to see those schmexy 100 Monkeys on Sunday night!

I miss these boys...

I feel like it's been light years since we have seen them. Granted it's only been since May...but geez. 

 Last Summer, the boys ended their 100 City tour in San Diego at the HOB, and once again they're ending another tour at the HOB. Last year it was during Comic Con, so needless to say it was an absolute cluster fuck trying to get into the venue. They hadn't anticipated how many of us hormone ridden women (and I use the word "women" loosely) would show up. HOB had no idea what to do...they had some shit called "capacity rules" and thus left quite a few gals outside...Not us of course, because well, that just doesn't happen to us....we know how BIG they are. Anyways, it was a ticket less event. 100 Monkeys was playing in the restaurant. This year HOB learned their lesson & they are performing in the music hall....as they should be. 

A very bloggy bestie sent me this video the other night and I about wet my pants. I can't embed it because for some reason it makes typing slow to a hault, and I can't deal with that shit right now. Anyhoo, the video totally reignited my lust for Mr. Rathbone. Like I have said a thousand times....there is nothing like seeing that man band live. NOTHING. And Jackson's moves are enough to warrant 5 ShamWows.

CANNOT WAIT.

Moving on...

In case you haven't been the most alert, it appears that we'll be blessed with a Breaking Dawn Convention in LA come November!  I imagine, with the TWIFECTA! More importantly, Rob and Kristen.  IF you go HERE, you'll see "save the date" for November 4th. I suspect it's the 4th, 5th and 6th, as per usual for Twilight Conventions. And yes, I will be there.

...because I NEED to see this again.

*Pic courtesy of @TwiloveSue

I may wait till the cheaper single day tix come out, because I'm not made of money...that, and that little thing called my wedding is lurking around the corner. Even though my parents are paying for the majority if it, I still find myself shelling out big bucks here and there.  I have a really hard time expecting them to pay for EVERYTHING.

Anyways, super freakin' excited.

Speaking of excited, can I tell you just how jealous I am that you're all going to Foooooooorks AGAIN!?  Gah!  It's a good kind of jealous though, because I know all of you that are making the trip are going to have a fabulous time.  I expect to be glued to twitter while I'm getting my make up done.  The ceremony is at 6pm on Friday 9/30...Fooooorks time. I will be cheers-ing to you all, with champagne of course.

Guess that's all I had to say. I told you it would be all over the place ;)

XOXO J