Well, it has been a while since I've talked to Alissa, but I can only assume that delightfully ascerbic wit and heartstopping glares are as potent as ever. If you can handle it, I don't think you'll ever more enjoy being berated by anyone.
She and I have had our ups and downs, but I can honestly say that I've never met another person so refreshingly direct. There's no nonsense here, and whether it's to tell you that you look good or smell like moldy cheese, she'll give it to you straight up.
This of course is not in any way to imply that she isn't a very endearing and wonderful person. Excluding the rough patches, I've valued my friendship with her very highly. I would just hate to be someone that she faced in court. Yikes.
Im a huge fan of Alissa--I was among her many stalkers; my choice location was the Charles St. Starbucks (the one closest to the park)....[This information probably doesnt help anyone since she left Boston]. Alissa did you honestly think that I could "be in the neighborhood that many times?"
Now i just roam around endlessly shouting out her name, hoping one day our paths will cross...hmm i wonder if i can put that on my resume?
I just met Alissa, and she's brazen
enough to question the pronounciation
of my last name. She says her way of
pronouncing it sounds more Hispanic,
but between you, me, and that wall over
there (pointing towards a wall), it
doesn't really. She also introduced me
to the magical world of Vodka Gimlets.
Did I say magical? I meant, really
magical. Anyway, to sum up in four
words, "Alissa's the bomb biggity!"
Smart, funny, and inadvertently sexy,
Alissa is simply the rock-awesomest
babe I know. Her wry yet foxy demeanor
and deliciously sinister voice only
augment the Rat-Pack cool she exudes.
Besides being unpretentiously hip, she
is also totally feline (both in her
mannerisms and in spirit) which drives
me wild and only adds to her allure.
All in all, Alissa is my hero not only
for the fact that she shuns global
idiocy, but because she is genuinely
kind and knows how to treat a friend
right.
Alissa. Our first encounter was back
in junior year - she had just subletted
a room in a friend's house. I went
over there one afternoon, and, to my
surprise, found a miniature Jody Foster
lurking around the apartment. We were
introduced. She was even dorkier than
myself - intimidating... A quick
survey of her room revealed that she
was brutally obsessed with John Cusak.
This was even MORE intimidating; I
looked nothing LIKE John Cusak at the
time...
...It took months to learn the key to
breaking her - - just start talking
like the guy in Clockwork Orange and
she will crumble in a fit of Scobby-Doo-
esque laughter. After that, the true
Alissa shines through - - the one that
is amazingly intelligent, ferociously
sharp-witted, and so unbelievably
sarcastic all of the time, that if
you're not careful, she'll have you
convinced that she's actually a
HellWench...
Alissa is so hot, I want her to strip
off her clothes, put an ice cube in her
mouth, then run it all over her body,
then put it back in her mouth again.
She and I have had our ups and downs, but I can honestly say that I've never met another person so refreshingly direct. There's no nonsense here, and whether it's to tell you that you look good or smell like moldy cheese, she'll give it to you straight up.
This of course is not in any way to imply that she isn't a very endearing and wonderful person. Excluding the rough patches, I've valued my friendship with her very highly. I would just hate to be someone that she faced in court. Yikes.
Now i just roam around endlessly shouting out her name, hoping one day our paths will cross...hmm i wonder if i can put that on my resume?
bad dog....
enough to question the pronounciation
of my last name. She says her way of
pronouncing it sounds more Hispanic,
but between you, me, and that wall over
there (pointing towards a wall), it
doesn't really. She also introduced me
to the magical world of Vodka Gimlets.
Did I say magical? I meant, really
magical. Anyway, to sum up in four
words, "Alissa's the bomb biggity!"
Alissa is simply the rock-awesomest
babe I know. Her wry yet foxy demeanor
and deliciously sinister voice only
augment the Rat-Pack cool she exudes.
Besides being unpretentiously hip, she
is also totally feline (both in her
mannerisms and in spirit) which drives
me wild and only adds to her allure.
All in all, Alissa is my hero not only
for the fact that she shuns global
idiocy, but because she is genuinely
kind and knows how to treat a friend
right.
in junior year - she had just subletted
a room in a friend's house. I went
over there one afternoon, and, to my
surprise, found a miniature Jody Foster
lurking around the apartment. We were
introduced. She was even dorkier than
myself - intimidating... A quick
survey of her room revealed that she
was brutally obsessed with John Cusak.
This was even MORE intimidating; I
looked nothing LIKE John Cusak at the
time...
...It took months to learn the key to
breaking her - - just start talking
like the guy in Clockwork Orange and
she will crumble in a fit of Scobby-Doo-
esque laughter. After that, the true
Alissa shines through - - the one that
is amazingly intelligent, ferociously
sharp-witted, and so unbelievably
sarcastic all of the time, that if
you're not careful, she'll have you
convinced that she's actually a
HellWench...
off her clothes, put an ice cube in her
mouth, then run it all over her body,
then put it back in her mouth again.