great show on sunday, darling. hope you are feeling better.
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hey lady, i am so glad my dear friend kim now has such a cool roomie. and if we are ever indeed snorting coke and having group sex, i assure you, we'll invite you in on the festivities. xoxoxo
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Don't be fooled by her bashful Friendster photos.
One thing about Jesse that has always made me
cringe- uh PROUD, is Jessie's willingness to talk
to anybody. In the event that some schmuck
inquires dubiously about the time (lust flickering in
his beady little eyes) Jessie will repsond amiably
and without hesitation. That is ofcourse if I don't
clobber him first.
I love you Jesse. Come down to the city and help
me be nice.
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Nevermind her plethora of physical and
mental talents, (ie VIP Hostessing)
Jesse has been blessed with an
exquisite sense of tact. She has heard
me say on numerous occasions, "Fuck
it! I'm not going to cry!" while shedding
massive amounts of salt water from
special ducts in my eyes, and had the
class not to point out the obvious.
This foxy literary diva is one of the
few people that I would defer to in
matters of clothing. She's great
company, she'd be great on a CD, and her
book of poetry will be second to none.
What else is there to say? Well... I'm
lucky to know her and her mother.
If you've met Jessie, and then you look
at the rest of your friends, you'll be
in dire need of a social-life upgrade. I
think that's sufficient. You, madam, are
fantastic.
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From my cubicle, I remember Jessie
amazing ability to sunbathe and pretend
to work...and a single tear rolls down
my cheek.
as jessie pointed out earlier, she and
i have many things in common despite
not knowing each other too well. add
to the list: a fondness for digital
camera self-portraiture, and imminent
plans to move to europe. maybe one day
we'll wind up living in the same city
and get to know each other better---
until then, good luck in italy!
I met Jessie through serendipitous
circumstances. Then again, any
meeting with Jessie is a lucky one. I
sometimes fall out of trees or fail
tests, and I start to think hey, I'm a
fuckup, but then I think, wait a
minute, I met Jessie. She's beautiful
in most of the ways one can mean that
word, so if I fall out of trees and
fail tests, it's not that God hates
me, because God doesn't let people He
hates meet Jessie. It's a privilege
reserved for the most beloved. So if
you're on this friendster page reading
this testimonial, be thankful.
Testimonials and Comments for Jessie
Jessie makes a great long distance friend. She's better up close but you take what you can get.
Hey Pal!
One thing about Jesse that has always made me
cringe- uh PROUD, is Jessie's willingness to talk
to anybody. In the event that some schmuck
inquires dubiously about the time (lust flickering in
his beady little eyes) Jessie will repsond amiably
and without hesitation. That is ofcourse if I don't
clobber him first.
I love you Jesse. Come down to the city and help
me be nice.
mental talents, (ie VIP Hostessing)
Jesse has been blessed with an
exquisite sense of tact. She has heard
me say on numerous occasions, "Fuck
it! I'm not going to cry!" while shedding
massive amounts of salt water from
special ducts in my eyes, and had the
class not to point out the obvious.
innundated her with at least five phone calls in as
many days. Welcome home, friend :)
few people that I would defer to in
matters of clothing. She's great
company, she'd be great on a CD, and her
book of poetry will be second to none.
What else is there to say? Well... I'm
lucky to know her and her mother.
If you've met Jessie, and then you look
at the rest of your friends, you'll be
in dire need of a social-life upgrade. I
think that's sufficient. You, madam, are
fantastic.
amazing ability to sunbathe and pretend
to work...and a single tear rolls down
my cheek.
i have many things in common despite
not knowing each other too well. add
to the list: a fondness for digital
camera self-portraiture, and imminent
plans to move to europe. maybe one day
we'll wind up living in the same city
and get to know each other better---
until then, good luck in italy!
circumstances. Then again, any
meeting with Jessie is a lucky one. I
sometimes fall out of trees or fail
tests, and I start to think hey, I'm a
fuckup, but then I think, wait a
minute, I met Jessie. She's beautiful
in most of the ways one can mean that
word, so if I fall out of trees and
fail tests, it's not that God hates
me, because God doesn't let people He
hates meet Jessie. It's a privilege
reserved for the most beloved. So if
you're on this friendster page reading
this testimonial, be thankful.