I got a RIGHTEOUS videogame for gamecube (paper mario) from my lovely boy HIDDEN today, woooo! ;> *runs to play it*
I need these shoes bad man...well...I guess they're officially boots, but whatever. I can tell they'll look a lot better ON, than in the pic. They'd be fucking PERFECT with a little black dress. Who's gonna buy em for me mm? I wear a size nine in shoes, I invite all foot pervs to send me *new* beautiful shoes in 9 to my PO BOX *smile*
I redid my slave page ;> http://dragondata.com/~jessica/slaves
December 29, 2004
December 27, 2004
look, someone made an emaciated cartoon logo of me, its pretty cool :> thanks to rock-artwork.com
Jessica is the #26 most common female name.
0.49% of females in the US are named Jessica.
Around 624750 US females are named Jessica!
source namestatistics.com
as always, depressed that my boys left. *sigh* ...plus a bunch of wonky shit went down today, involving people going to mn and spreading strange rumors about me that angered my friends. *scream*
go send someone some VirtualCrack
Jessica is the #26 most common female name.
0.49% of females in the US are named Jessica.
Around 624750 US females are named Jessica!
source namestatistics.com
as always, depressed that my boys left. *sigh* ...plus a bunch of wonky shit went down today, involving people going to mn and spreading strange rumors about me that angered my friends. *scream*
go send someone some VirtualCrack
December 24, 2004
December 23, 2004
thinking of last minute xmas shopping for Miss Jessie? HERE ARE YOUR OPTIONS (an email gift certificate would certainly arrive by xmas morning *smooch*)
someone on myspace pretending to be jessiekitty! ooooo! the dink is calling themself 'Jill' ...as if:http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=6691427&Mytoken=20041223130310
I suspect this person of being an accomplice, if not they're just stupid or something:http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=2377860&Mytoken=20041223130812
and here's some screen shots in case they delete it right away, since Im harrassing them:
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someone should contact "Jill" and try to get "Her" email for me *wicken grin*
someone on myspace pretending to be jessiekitty! ooooo! the dink is calling themself 'Jill' ...as if:http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=6691427&Mytoken=20041223130310
I suspect this person of being an accomplice, if not they're just stupid or something:http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=2377860&Mytoken=20041223130812
and here's some screen shots in case they delete it right away, since Im harrassing them:
screenshot1
screenshot2
someone should contact "Jill" and try to get "Her" email for me *wicken grin*
gonna go xmas shopping in an hour or two, get it over with. oi oi oi!? What the fuck am I gonna WEAR for xmas? Hmmm.. something comfortable that I can sprawl in, yet it must be hot. *sigh* Skirt or pants...skirt or pants...*thinks REAL hard* hahaha!
I MUST MUST MUST not drink today so I can save myself for friday and saturday, my FAVORITE boys are coming to stay for the festivus season. Ben and Jordan. Mmmmm mm! I'd like to rant about whats going to take place, but I think I have to wait incase they're (YOURE) reading this. As per usual I'll probably be taking pics of us partying, so look for that ;> Basically every xmas eve/day we get majorly plowed and have a little rave in my livingroom. The catch being the "xmas" music we're bumping into eachother and howling along with is always deeelite and other dance shit, and this same mix cd I made (entitled hippie shit) with the zombies, the rolling stones, blue oyster cult, and the animals, and fuckin AMERICA and shit on it. Hahahahaha!
I don't know, its a me and Ben thing, we were always into shit no one else we knew were down with when we lived in minneapolis together. (when we were at the hight of our party going, hence the 'rave' aspect that's become part of the tradition of our xmas's) ...Ben and I have spent every xmas together for like the last five years or something. We light way too many candles, way too much incense, way too much sage, and WAY too much weed. Then as I said we kind of mill around all drunk dancing to the hippie shit waving sage around and blurting out how much we love eachother, while trying not to knock over the xmas tree or trample the presents. *smiles happily* See we get REALLY loopy. (they might have SHROOMS with them this year, *humps the air*) Sexyyyy.
(also as usual Joe (father christmas) the master chef will be making a splendiferous spread for xmas dinner, I'm in charge of the vegetable n cheese tray, I love the fact that my responsabilities in life as a whole are so small and far between, woo!)
Speaking of minneapolis, we're discussing picking up and moving back there. My lovely (only) female friend Andrea is planning on moving back there soon, I know the place, have lived and partied there happily for many a stretch of time, and its only like an hour and a half away or something, instead of the two or three days drive it is to my real home, the east coast....*sigh* *sad* ...anyway I thought I was going to just stick it out being stuck out in hick land but with each passing day I realize how unrealistic it is for me to try to stay here, no matter how much money Im saving.
But then I have this 'stop being a wuss' voice in my head telling me to save tons of money and be a tuff guy so I can move realllly comfortably. Shut up voice!!!!! No wait don't shut up, you're right, fuck paying rent, if I'm throwing six or seven hundred bucks a month into the mouth of the beast it needs to be a HOUSE payment. Not rent. *repeats this to self for its thereputic purposes*
I MUST MUST MUST not drink today so I can save myself for friday and saturday, my FAVORITE boys are coming to stay for the festivus season. Ben and Jordan. Mmmmm mm! I'd like to rant about whats going to take place, but I think I have to wait incase they're (YOURE) reading this. As per usual I'll probably be taking pics of us partying, so look for that ;> Basically every xmas eve/day we get majorly plowed and have a little rave in my livingroom. The catch being the "xmas" music we're bumping into eachother and howling along with is always deeelite and other dance shit, and this same mix cd I made (entitled hippie shit) with the zombies, the rolling stones, blue oyster cult, and the animals, and fuckin AMERICA and shit on it. Hahahahaha!
I don't know, its a me and Ben thing, we were always into shit no one else we knew were down with when we lived in minneapolis together. (when we were at the hight of our party going, hence the 'rave' aspect that's become part of the tradition of our xmas's) ...Ben and I have spent every xmas together for like the last five years or something. We light way too many candles, way too much incense, way too much sage, and WAY too much weed. Then as I said we kind of mill around all drunk dancing to the hippie shit waving sage around and blurting out how much we love eachother, while trying not to knock over the xmas tree or trample the presents. *smiles happily* See we get REALLY loopy. (they might have SHROOMS with them this year, *humps the air*) Sexyyyy.
(also as usual Joe (father christmas) the master chef will be making a splendiferous spread for xmas dinner, I'm in charge of the vegetable n cheese tray, I love the fact that my responsabilities in life as a whole are so small and far between, woo!)
Speaking of minneapolis, we're discussing picking up and moving back there. My lovely (only) female friend Andrea is planning on moving back there soon, I know the place, have lived and partied there happily for many a stretch of time, and its only like an hour and a half away or something, instead of the two or three days drive it is to my real home, the east coast....*sigh* *sad* ...anyway I thought I was going to just stick it out being stuck out in hick land but with each passing day I realize how unrealistic it is for me to try to stay here, no matter how much money Im saving.
But then I have this 'stop being a wuss' voice in my head telling me to save tons of money and be a tuff guy so I can move realllly comfortably. Shut up voice!!!!! No wait don't shut up, you're right, fuck paying rent, if I'm throwing six or seven hundred bucks a month into the mouth of the beast it needs to be a HOUSE payment. Not rent. *repeats this to self for its thereputic purposes*
December 22, 2004
make me fan signs & email them to me ;> this individual gets the hottest hair on my friend list award:
check out some pretty righteous new fan pics from a horror boy in my Yahoo Group.
Fetish Top 500
now im gonna smoke a bowl and watch family guy and try to fall back asleep, oi. Thanks to all the people who've sent me snail mail, my replys went out yesterday *smooch*
December 21, 2004
too much vod last night oi! I don't remember my conversations...*frown* oh well, surely I kicked ass.
I must have this jacket ..and I wouldn't mind these slippers eheheh :D still time to rush me shit for xmas to my po box!
I swear Im haunted by that frog under my skin dream. That shit was just so fucked up dude. *whimper* ...this dude I know henri was in the dream too...I forgot to mention that. He's an engineer or something.
Im so fucking sick of people asking me how I am. "hey, how are you" "hi, wat up" "hows UR day going" .......allllll day people ask me how I am. Don't I make it clear enough that Im a miserable mean drunk fuckin junk yard kitty? Obviousley a wretched bastard like me doesn't want to be covered with puke in the form of niceties. Fucking IM me introducing yourself, or saying something interesting. Don't fucking ask me how I am. *punch* BLAR!
I must have this jacket ..and I wouldn't mind these slippers eheheh :D still time to rush me shit for xmas to my po box!
I swear Im haunted by that frog under my skin dream. That shit was just so fucked up dude. *whimper* ...this dude I know henri was in the dream too...I forgot to mention that. He's an engineer or something.
Im so fucking sick of people asking me how I am. "hey, how are you" "hi, wat up" "hows UR day going" .......allllll day people ask me how I am. Don't I make it clear enough that Im a miserable mean drunk fuckin junk yard kitty? Obviousley a wretched bastard like me doesn't want to be covered with puke in the form of niceties. Fucking IM me introducing yourself, or saying something interesting. Don't fucking ask me how I am. *punch* BLAR!
December 20, 2004
buy me stationary from my Amazon Wishlist - email me your address - receive snail mail from your favorite drunk punk brat! *wee*
December 19, 2004
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