Jen sits at home in bed, on July 4th, and records some of the bomb-tastic sounds of the city as she avoids having traditional “fun”, the F*** The Haters girl reveals her name.  Jen continues to talk about the perils of small talk when traveling, toothless cab drivers, prop planes, a pilates class bonds in hatred, people who think network executives hand out TV shows, The Supreme Court’s ruling on “lonely single people”, and the lasting impression about how she’s romantically wired from a first love with the town rebel at age fifteen.