How could I ever have imagined that this
toe-headed peach skinned baby could
grow into such a breathtakingly brillant
beauty? Would I have ever thought that
those tiny fingers and toes would by their
very touch create works of art and
kindness?
Never - but who has an imagination that
great? And yet here she is. I love you
Jennie-Boo!
If I had the motivation and
stick-to-it-ed-ness, I would attend her
'goal-meeting' meetings. Then maybe I'd
put this beer down and win the marathon,
just like I've always wanted.
JB...only the best memories...usually
loud music, smell of wiskey, sweat, a
mess of blond hair, hips shaking, bump
and grinding...what else? oh yeah
everyone pointing and staring...wishing
they could get sum o dat! and i do
remember apple muffins of the highest
quality...she also sends lovely courrier...
Jennie is the rose of no mans land, a nurse
and sister of mercy with golden hair. She
feeds me things that are better for me then
penicillin and far more tasty. I've known her
long and I have abandoned her in times of
need. I have adultified a bit since then and I
now pledge to her that I will never toss her
photos in to the streets here of in her dreams,
not even if my life were at stake. She is
"good shit" as I say only of my dearest
friends. May your beard never grow shorter
friend!
sweet, sweet jennie... how my heart
beats wildly for this lady, yet when she's
around my psyche is calm as a stream in
rural wisconsin. oh yes, this dandy darlin'
is pure joy w/ a crown of cupcakes
floating above her bike helmet.
jennie and i have had many adventures
together, which have taken us from a dirty
diner in chicago called "the ferris wheel" (RIP)
all the way to the pacific shores of the olympic
peninsula. i think she likes me even though i
burned her pans and ruined her futon in a
dorm-room flood.
Testimonials and Comments for Jennie
toe-headed peach skinned baby could
grow into such a breathtakingly brillant
beauty? Would I have ever thought that
those tiny fingers and toes would by their
very touch create works of art and
kindness?
Never - but who has an imagination that
great? And yet here she is. I love you
Jennie-Boo!
stick-to-it-ed-ness, I would attend her
'goal-meeting' meetings. Then maybe I'd
put this beer down and win the marathon,
just like I've always wanted.
loud music, smell of wiskey, sweat, a
mess of blond hair, hips shaking, bump
and grinding...what else? oh yeah
everyone pointing and staring...wishing
they could get sum o dat! and i do
remember apple muffins of the highest
quality...she also sends lovely courrier...
and sister of mercy with golden hair. She
feeds me things that are better for me then
penicillin and far more tasty. I've known her
long and I have abandoned her in times of
need. I have adultified a bit since then and I
now pledge to her that I will never toss her
photos in to the streets here of in her dreams,
not even if my life were at stake. She is
"good shit" as I say only of my dearest
friends. May your beard never grow shorter
friend!
beats wildly for this lady, yet when she's
around my psyche is calm as a stream in
rural wisconsin. oh yes, this dandy darlin'
is pure joy w/ a crown of cupcakes
floating above her bike helmet.
together, which have taken us from a dirty
diner in chicago called "the ferris wheel" (RIP)
all the way to the pacific shores of the olympic
peninsula. i think she likes me even though i
burned her pans and ruined her futon in a
dorm-room flood.