Well folks… it has been another glorious year for me. I know I have not had much time to spend with each one of you, but that doesn’t mean I like you any less. Instead of writing in each card what has happened this year… I am taking the lazy way our and typing a letter. If you get one of these you should feel special though because I have taken the time to type, decorate, print, fold and mail it.
At the beginning of this year I had a few simple goals for myself… one was to see more shows… two was to have more fun and three, well three was suppose to lose a bit more weight. Two out of three ain’t that bad!
My year started out being with someone that didn’t deserve me… someone not even equal to what I dig out of my catbox everyday. I did learn some valuable life lessons through the failed relationship… and at my age anything new I learn is awesome! The thing we all need to remember in life is if we are doing things to please those around us instead of enjoying our life… we will die either resenting those who we let stand in our way… or we will die empty. I choose to do neither of those things and start doing exactly what I wanted to do this year… I saw a whole lot of live music!
This was definitely the year of music for me… I have gone to over 67 shows… seen over 290+ bands and met people that changed my life. I find nowadays that the experiences I have, the people I meet and the memories I make are the only true things we can have in this life. Cars break down, houses burn, but memories are always there to pluck out of your mind… to hold and cherish until you are senile and forget.
So, if some of you do not know I have my own marketing company I run in my ‘free’ time. I help with branding, logos, print media design and social media. I was fortunate enough to teach businesses how to use facebook for marketing at the Chamber of Commerce… I gotta say I never thought business people would be asking me how to market their company online! I branched out with my marketing company this year and added a new division… Booking & Management for bands. Since music is my passion and I am exceptional at marketing, organization and business in general… why not try and help talented people with their dreams as well. Most friends I have made in the last 5 years have ended up being in bands randomly enough… so why not! Although, this year is actually the first year where I feel like I am in the right place at the right time… everything I have been doing for the last 10 years has come together at the right time. I have been spending a lot of time in Portland this year too… for shows, but also to see more of my other family members/friends. I have decided eventually I need to move there… anyone that knows me can realize I am not a small town girl at all, nor have I ever been. This next year is going to be huge for me! I am launching my new updated website for my management and booking company in January… bringing on photographers and graphic designers to join the team and working with a new record label on 3 tours.
I think as long as you are honest with yourself and what you want out of life… even if you are struggling to live your dream… you are still way ahead of the game of life.
I hope you and yours are doing well and know that even if we haven’t spoken or seen each other in years… you are all in my thoughts!
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
The Parade...
So... I am going to give my review of last nights Snowflake festival... be reminded my blog is highly inappropriate and rude at times :-) Enjoy!
First of all all it was cold as bald polar bear nuts in Alaska out last night... so that was pretty awesome.
There was a full parade... 100 entries and it appeared to me the whole town had come out (except most were in the damn parade). One thing that really bothered me was the fact that most of the floats or random people sauntering down the street were not labeled and had no signs. How the fuck am I suppose to know who you people are... maybe you were trying to get some amazing point across and change the world, but no one knew who the hell you were so your objective failed...
One thing I learned in my lovely small town is perhaps making snarky comments during the whole parade is not the best way to get people around you to be nice :-) For example when the Sons of Norway float went by with it's cute little vikings in a ship... Spitting out 'Oh wow... it's the white supremacy float... rad!' might not get a lot of people laughing - People now a days have no sense of humor. Perhaps saying ' thank god for Kfalls... because if that float had tried to enter into a parade in Eugene or Portland they would have been shot or denied entry... it's so nice to see all the colors of the rainbow represented here' might not have seemed funny to some people. Sarcasm really is under rated I tell ya!
Another thing I thought was rad was the way the head start bus was decorated... on a serious note that was one of the best decorated vehicle in the whole place... it had lights all over and glitter... it was glorious. I think the people around me thought I was making fun of special people because I said I would drive the fuck out of the short bus. I seriously just wanted to drive it around all lite up!
Something else people don't seem to appreciate is when you scream out 'holy fuck... look at that.. I want one... radsauce'!! There was this awesome giant snow plow with like tracks... that thing looks like it will go anywhere... I was thinking how awesome I should be to open the garage up and be able to plow my driveway in one swipe.
Now there were some high school bands there and I have got to say that Chiloquin High school surprise the shit out of me... there were like 45 kids in their band! I didn't even know that many kids went to that high school and they sounded great! Poor little mazama had about 15 kids and they sounded like a dying camel getting fucking by a dying goat.
All and all it was a pretty good night and I even got felt up by someone... whoever grazed my ass... thank you and Merry Christmas <3
First of all all it was cold as bald polar bear nuts in Alaska out last night... so that was pretty awesome.
There was a full parade... 100 entries and it appeared to me the whole town had come out (except most were in the damn parade). One thing that really bothered me was the fact that most of the floats or random people sauntering down the street were not labeled and had no signs. How the fuck am I suppose to know who you people are... maybe you were trying to get some amazing point across and change the world, but no one knew who the hell you were so your objective failed...
One thing I learned in my lovely small town is perhaps making snarky comments during the whole parade is not the best way to get people around you to be nice :-) For example when the Sons of Norway float went by with it's cute little vikings in a ship... Spitting out 'Oh wow... it's the white supremacy float... rad!' might not get a lot of people laughing - People now a days have no sense of humor. Perhaps saying ' thank god for Kfalls... because if that float had tried to enter into a parade in Eugene or Portland they would have been shot or denied entry... it's so nice to see all the colors of the rainbow represented here' might not have seemed funny to some people. Sarcasm really is under rated I tell ya!
Another thing I thought was rad was the way the head start bus was decorated... on a serious note that was one of the best decorated vehicle in the whole place... it had lights all over and glitter... it was glorious. I think the people around me thought I was making fun of special people because I said I would drive the fuck out of the short bus. I seriously just wanted to drive it around all lite up!
Something else people don't seem to appreciate is when you scream out 'holy fuck... look at that.. I want one... radsauce'!! There was this awesome giant snow plow with like tracks... that thing looks like it will go anywhere... I was thinking how awesome I should be to open the garage up and be able to plow my driveway in one swipe.
Now there were some high school bands there and I have got to say that Chiloquin High school surprise the shit out of me... there were like 45 kids in their band! I didn't even know that many kids went to that high school and they sounded great! Poor little mazama had about 15 kids and they sounded like a dying camel getting fucking by a dying goat.
All and all it was a pretty good night and I even got felt up by someone... whoever grazed my ass... thank you and Merry Christmas <3
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Dating...
Uh... I really enjoy being single and having the freedom to do what I want when I want, even if that means watching reality tv in a tank top and undies... it's all fun and games until someone asks you out on a date, or wants to introduce you to this great friend they know would be perfect for you. Fuck that shit bitches! Seriously if they are so perfect for me why haven't we met before at some function in which I currently enjoy? I don't know... call me negative or whatever you want, I am just so over the whole dating process. For the most part it is a bunch of bullshit anyway... sit there pretty, be polite, smile, laugh at lame jokes he tries to formulate awkwardly amongst the terrible conversation... I think it is quite possible that some people are not meant to meet their match for several years down the line. I think that when things are suppose to happen they will, so why force it. Friends are fabulous, especially when you are busy like me.
I guess I feel a lot of times in my tiny town no one gets me. It's hard spending most of your life somewhere feeling like an alien from another planet... people always staring, always whispering... I love who I am and though it is far from perfect I think I am doing a hell of a job at life. Most people in my town pretty much suck at life... not meaning to make anyone feel bad, but for real people are closed minded, they cannot see past the welcome sign of our town and choose not to realize there is a big world of amazing wonders and possibilities. Either that or they are a drug addict or alcoholic... it makes me sad being around so many people just wasting their life...
Bring that back into the subject of dating... I suppose I can be said to be picky. I do not see what is wrong with wanting someone that is not a drug addict, not an alcoholic, has a job, doesn't have several children with other women, doesn't have some random crazy mental disorder. Is it really that much to want a life partner that has a job, most all his teeth, some intelligence, humor and doesn't completely look tragic physically? I love a great smile and eyes...
So... as they say, back to the drawing board... I don't expect a man to have everything I have, but be able to handle exactly who I am with confidence and not puss out. If you tell me you think you are not good enough for me then you are right... have some confidence boys... man up and fucking bring your balls to the table when you come at me <3
I guess I feel a lot of times in my tiny town no one gets me. It's hard spending most of your life somewhere feeling like an alien from another planet... people always staring, always whispering... I love who I am and though it is far from perfect I think I am doing a hell of a job at life. Most people in my town pretty much suck at life... not meaning to make anyone feel bad, but for real people are closed minded, they cannot see past the welcome sign of our town and choose not to realize there is a big world of amazing wonders and possibilities. Either that or they are a drug addict or alcoholic... it makes me sad being around so many people just wasting their life...
Bring that back into the subject of dating... I suppose I can be said to be picky. I do not see what is wrong with wanting someone that is not a drug addict, not an alcoholic, has a job, doesn't have several children with other women, doesn't have some random crazy mental disorder. Is it really that much to want a life partner that has a job, most all his teeth, some intelligence, humor and doesn't completely look tragic physically? I love a great smile and eyes...
So... as they say, back to the drawing board... I don't expect a man to have everything I have, but be able to handle exactly who I am with confidence and not puss out. If you tell me you think you are not good enough for me then you are right... have some confidence boys... man up and fucking bring your balls to the table when you come at me <3
Friday, July 1, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
As most of you know I am a bit nutty anyway... so being woken up in strange ways isn't that odd for me. However, today was an exceptionally odd way to be woken up.
So, I wake up at 5am everyday to feed my cats (yes I realize they are spoiled) and then check emails etc. Today is was cold and feeling lazy, so I went back to bed. Twenty minutes into my warm coma I am jolted from my sexy dream to the sound of hissing, meowing, glass breaking and all out calamity. Holy hell... seriously someone has got to know better than try and break into my house at 530am right?... hello all the lights are on and the sun is coming up. So me being the genius I am decides the first thing I need to grab is no not a gun, but pants. What kind of maniac is going to confront someone naked right? LOL get some pjs on and get the gun... tip toeing from my room to the kitchen. I slowing peak around the corner to find Ebio on top of the fridge, Sofia on the counter running back and forth and Genevieve on the table... and a big fucking bird on top of my cabinets flapping its' wings. What the fuck... how did a giant fucking bird get in my house? Panicking I go check every window and door in my house... all locked and none broken. Next I check all the light fixtures - make sure none have been pushed down or broken. Then I remember in my laundry room I heard chirping a few days ago in the wall... somehow that fat fuck got into my soffet... hopped around and fell down into my interior wall (hence why everyone should insulate all your interior walls too) and broke through the sheetrock where my garage door handle slammed into a few months ago... there is not a 4" hold I need to patch - awesome.
Ok - so now I know it's a bird... poor thing is close to having a heart attack with 3 fats cats ready to rip its' pretty little head off... I need a plan. So - the plan was to get the cats into my bedroom, locks them up and somehow heard the bird with a broom out my front door. Good thing I already had some clothes on ;) Just imagine me: hair a mess... in pjs... front door open running up and down the hallway with a broom trying to get the damn bird out...
Just another day in the life of The Fabulous Miss Jessica <3
So, I wake up at 5am everyday to feed my cats (yes I realize they are spoiled) and then check emails etc. Today is was cold and feeling lazy, so I went back to bed. Twenty minutes into my warm coma I am jolted from my sexy dream to the sound of hissing, meowing, glass breaking and all out calamity. Holy hell... seriously someone has got to know better than try and break into my house at 530am right?... hello all the lights are on and the sun is coming up. So me being the genius I am decides the first thing I need to grab is no not a gun, but pants. What kind of maniac is going to confront someone naked right? LOL get some pjs on and get the gun... tip toeing from my room to the kitchen. I slowing peak around the corner to find Ebio on top of the fridge, Sofia on the counter running back and forth and Genevieve on the table... and a big fucking bird on top of my cabinets flapping its' wings. What the fuck... how did a giant fucking bird get in my house? Panicking I go check every window and door in my house... all locked and none broken. Next I check all the light fixtures - make sure none have been pushed down or broken. Then I remember in my laundry room I heard chirping a few days ago in the wall... somehow that fat fuck got into my soffet... hopped around and fell down into my interior wall (hence why everyone should insulate all your interior walls too) and broke through the sheetrock where my garage door handle slammed into a few months ago... there is not a 4" hold I need to patch - awesome.
Ok - so now I know it's a bird... poor thing is close to having a heart attack with 3 fats cats ready to rip its' pretty little head off... I need a plan. So - the plan was to get the cats into my bedroom, locks them up and somehow heard the bird with a broom out my front door. Good thing I already had some clothes on ;) Just imagine me: hair a mess... in pjs... front door open running up and down the hallway with a broom trying to get the damn bird out...
Just another day in the life of The Fabulous Miss Jessica <3
Monday, May 16, 2011
Selfish Much?
Ok - So as most of you know if you are a true friend of mine I am overly kind... to the point I even let people walk on me. Enough of that shit... I am extremely tired of being that kind of friend. At this point in my life I feel if you are not willing to do the same I am willing to do for you... why are you in my life? Those people only seem to suck the life from me and try to take what little time and resources I have left. When a friend becomes expectant of certain things because that how things have always works or because they are a comfort level where they do not feel the need to ask... that is the point I begin to ask myself why? I always put every person before myself and I always ask to use something, ask if they are having fun at a gathering... just ask and communicate. Is it so much to want that in return... or even a simple thank you?
Life seems to throw some random things at all of us... I am always there to be the shoulder to cry on when my friends need anything... but when I found out my last bf was a total slimball... cheated on me and actually hit me when he was drunk... where were my friends? It seems to me that when I really, really need someone, people are extremely sparse... now if someone wants to go to a show, or have me buy them dinner, or drive them to an out of town concert... there is a mile long list... wtf?
I guess I have too big of a heart... too much love and kindness? I really should be calling most friends acquaintances and not giving them much thought... only allowing room for a select few that are always there. DON'T get me wrong... I have some VERY good friends out there... you know exactly who you are... I love you all and I know that you all have some intense situations you are working through. Just remember though I have a smile on my face and all always seems perfect... don't forget to take a second to just say hi and give me a hug :-)
I suppose what I am saying is my give o' shit meter just ran out... if you are not a real friend and have not been there for me, don't expect me to give a fuck about any random drama in your life... don't expect me to return a phone call (if you ever call) and don't expect me to do anything for free anymore! My time is very valuable and I have big goals and dreams... my life will be very different in just 2 years if I stay focused. I am not willing to let all the haters suck my dreams from me... and if you plan on riding my coat tails... go fuck yourself <3
I am hoping this will be a very liberating experience... and if you genuinely feel like we have always been good friends, you know how to reach me... this isn't directed at one specific person... I have several in mind... and I am just at the point that I am tired of being every one's fucking mommy!
Life seems to throw some random things at all of us... I am always there to be the shoulder to cry on when my friends need anything... but when I found out my last bf was a total slimball... cheated on me and actually hit me when he was drunk... where were my friends? It seems to me that when I really, really need someone, people are extremely sparse... now if someone wants to go to a show, or have me buy them dinner, or drive them to an out of town concert... there is a mile long list... wtf?
I guess I have too big of a heart... too much love and kindness? I really should be calling most friends acquaintances and not giving them much thought... only allowing room for a select few that are always there. DON'T get me wrong... I have some VERY good friends out there... you know exactly who you are... I love you all and I know that you all have some intense situations you are working through. Just remember though I have a smile on my face and all always seems perfect... don't forget to take a second to just say hi and give me a hug :-)
I suppose what I am saying is my give o' shit meter just ran out... if you are not a real friend and have not been there for me, don't expect me to give a fuck about any random drama in your life... don't expect me to return a phone call (if you ever call) and don't expect me to do anything for free anymore! My time is very valuable and I have big goals and dreams... my life will be very different in just 2 years if I stay focused. I am not willing to let all the haters suck my dreams from me... and if you plan on riding my coat tails... go fuck yourself <3
I am hoping this will be a very liberating experience... and if you genuinely feel like we have always been good friends, you know how to reach me... this isn't directed at one specific person... I have several in mind... and I am just at the point that I am tired of being every one's fucking mommy!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
The Truth Shall Set You Free
So... recently I have been going back in forth in my mind what my problem is with men... I realize that I am exactly who I am when I meet a man, but somehow I allow myself to change... be manipulated by what they want me to be or what they see fit for society... look you knew who I was when you met me prickface now get over it... Then somehow I realize what is going on and try to find my way out - Stand up for myself and let them know I am the same woman I was when they met me... this either ends in a fuck off I am done or getting beat down. Why is it men find the need to hit the woman 'they love'... why can't they stand side by side a strong woman and be happy she chooses him? I have been through way too many relationships that have turned abusive and I think it is high time I stand up and declare no more... ever... If you are interested in dating me and even raise a finger just know I am coming with the wrath of 6 negative relationships that were filled with anger and negativity to you... I am the sweetest person in the world until I am at my limit. At this point of my life I have hit that wall... I am done.
AND to those that have done anything to me... I am not afraid.. it has only made me stronger.
AND to those that have done anything to me... I am not afraid.. it has only made me stronger.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
You're not wearing any pants...
So... I had the pleasure of going with my two favorite concerts buddies (Haywood and Brian B.) to a very intimate show at Johnny B's in Medford last night. And when I say intimate... I mean crowded, balls in your face and brutal small nonstop circle pit! One thing I absolutely love about small venues is the fact that it's like one extremely large fucked up family that you never want to be without enjoying the exact some thing you are and feeling the exact way you do. Music = Love
The evening starts out just like any other.... Haywood extremely bored and excited texting me wondering when I am coming to get him. Brian being fashionably late and making us wait - Adding to the anticipation. By 6pm that day I was on energy drink number 5... NUMBER 5! Holy shit how do I survive in life... or my nervous system? I drink the sugar free ones, so I think that really doesn't count. Needless to say, I am pretty damn spastic after 5 energy drinks... :-) The drive over consists of stories from past adventures... most recently the Red, Head, Disciple, Silverline show where we got to meet and greet the handsome little nuggets of Red. The question and answer session went something like this: "What is the inspiration for 'Breathe Into Me'? Blah blah blah... and then we have captain dumbass asking: "How do I become a rockstar?" Red politely responds with " I'm not really sure what you mean"... "How do I do what you do, so I can be fucking rich and get chicks?" LOL... the sad thing was the kid was totally serious... the look on the faces of the Red guys was priceless! Then there was the creepy, pathetic old lady stalker in her 1970s groupie gear... classic not always a classic! I figure if I can find pants to fit my ass in the rest of America can too... if you are wearing something that would get you put on the people of walmart website to a concert and can't understand why people are looking at you like Wtf... maybe you shouldn't be allowed to leave your house.
So... we arrive at the lovely Johnny B's and snag a space right in the front. For those of you that have never been there it is a little Rockabilly bar that also sells 40 oz beers (sublime style lol). I think the maximum occupancy is somewhere around 125 people. As soon as the show started there were about double that amount of people crammed in there moshing around. After the Hollowbodys killed in in one of the best sets I have seen them play, Boldtype took the stage. They are a punk rock band from Colorado. They did a great job... crazy pit action and kept the crowd engaged... definately important! One thing I found odd at this show was Brian and I stuck out like sore thumbs... which is completely odd for me! Usually when I go somewhere people stare at me like the odd one and on this particular evening people were staring at me like the normal one!? Me normal? Wow... punk shows rule! It didn't matter that I had studded bracelets on... converse sneakers, tee shirt, eyeliner and tattoos... what made me stand out was the fact I wasn't drinking. Actually Brian and I were the only people there that didn't have a 40oz in hand! LOL - classic :-) Guttermouth killed the final set of the show.. nonstop pit action, fuck yous and you sucks! Anyway... when they started playing the pit went wild... so wild in fact, one giant stack of speakers was completely knocked over and almost squished their guitar player!?! Hehe punk shows are so fun... gritty and real! I love it! After the show of course we had to do our networking and spend a little time with the bands. The great thins about bands like that is they are truly down to earth and there for a good time. It's not about money, fame... it's about the love of music and what music does to people... the affect it has on the human spirit and emotion.. fun and freedom in that moment.
After the show came the funniest fucking part of the night. Let me set the scene up... Taco Bell drive through... 1am, Medford, OR - Feb. 9th, 2011... Haywood is smashed by this time, Brian is delirious for being tired and me... well I am now 6 energy drinks into the evening, delirious and goofy. Trying to order food in the drive through with all of that going on is quite a task: "Welcome to Taco Bell, How are you this evening?" 'I'm fantastically delicious' "giggle giggle um ok... well I can take your order when you are ready" 'hmmmm ok. I would like a happy box please'... and then Haywood and Brian in the back are screaming out random words and making it sound like they are saying something and the receiving box is acting up... ' I...large...spicy...extra...cream...box...wrap...enchilada...' - Then I ask her what is in a spicy chicken burrito? "well chicken, green something sauce, tomatoes, lettuce and peas" 'peas? why the hell are peas in a burrito... are those fresh?' "no, no... cheese" 'yeah why are there peas in the burrito' - Brian says 'omg are you serious dumbass she said cheese... you know the orange stuff' LOL ohhhh yeah well it was hard to hear with tweedle dee and dumm in the back in my ear shouting random shit. So... we get our order placed and pull up to the window and the lady is just laughing by this time. Haywood leans over and rolls down his window and shouts its ok we just got done with a punk show... you know spikes and chains and kids dancing around in skinny jeans... So I turn around (forgetting the taco bell lady is standing there with the window open) and say 'for fuck sake Haywood... you're not wearing any pants so shut the fuck up' LOL omg that ladies face turned the brightest red I have ever seen on anyone in my life... then the entire staff proceeds to run to the window to get a glimpse of Haywood - little did they know he was wearing shorts LOL - Priceless moment for sure... just another day in the life of Jessica
The evening starts out just like any other.... Haywood extremely bored and excited texting me wondering when I am coming to get him. Brian being fashionably late and making us wait - Adding to the anticipation. By 6pm that day I was on energy drink number 5... NUMBER 5! Holy shit how do I survive in life... or my nervous system? I drink the sugar free ones, so I think that really doesn't count. Needless to say, I am pretty damn spastic after 5 energy drinks... :-) The drive over consists of stories from past adventures... most recently the Red, Head, Disciple, Silverline show where we got to meet and greet the handsome little nuggets of Red. The question and answer session went something like this: "What is the inspiration for 'Breathe Into Me'? Blah blah blah... and then we have captain dumbass asking: "How do I become a rockstar?" Red politely responds with " I'm not really sure what you mean"... "How do I do what you do, so I can be fucking rich and get chicks?" LOL... the sad thing was the kid was totally serious... the look on the faces of the Red guys was priceless! Then there was the creepy, pathetic old lady stalker in her 1970s groupie gear... classic not always a classic! I figure if I can find pants to fit my ass in the rest of America can too... if you are wearing something that would get you put on the people of walmart website to a concert and can't understand why people are looking at you like Wtf... maybe you shouldn't be allowed to leave your house.
So... we arrive at the lovely Johnny B's and snag a space right in the front. For those of you that have never been there it is a little Rockabilly bar that also sells 40 oz beers (sublime style lol). I think the maximum occupancy is somewhere around 125 people. As soon as the show started there were about double that amount of people crammed in there moshing around. After the Hollowbodys killed in in one of the best sets I have seen them play, Boldtype took the stage. They are a punk rock band from Colorado. They did a great job... crazy pit action and kept the crowd engaged... definately important! One thing I found odd at this show was Brian and I stuck out like sore thumbs... which is completely odd for me! Usually when I go somewhere people stare at me like the odd one and on this particular evening people were staring at me like the normal one!? Me normal? Wow... punk shows rule! It didn't matter that I had studded bracelets on... converse sneakers, tee shirt, eyeliner and tattoos... what made me stand out was the fact I wasn't drinking. Actually Brian and I were the only people there that didn't have a 40oz in hand! LOL - classic :-) Guttermouth killed the final set of the show.. nonstop pit action, fuck yous and you sucks! Anyway... when they started playing the pit went wild... so wild in fact, one giant stack of speakers was completely knocked over and almost squished their guitar player!?! Hehe punk shows are so fun... gritty and real! I love it! After the show of course we had to do our networking and spend a little time with the bands. The great thins about bands like that is they are truly down to earth and there for a good time. It's not about money, fame... it's about the love of music and what music does to people... the affect it has on the human spirit and emotion.. fun and freedom in that moment.
After the show came the funniest fucking part of the night. Let me set the scene up... Taco Bell drive through... 1am, Medford, OR - Feb. 9th, 2011... Haywood is smashed by this time, Brian is delirious for being tired and me... well I am now 6 energy drinks into the evening, delirious and goofy. Trying to order food in the drive through with all of that going on is quite a task: "Welcome to Taco Bell, How are you this evening?" 'I'm fantastically delicious' "giggle giggle um ok... well I can take your order when you are ready" 'hmmmm ok. I would like a happy box please'... and then Haywood and Brian in the back are screaming out random words and making it sound like they are saying something and the receiving box is acting up... ' I...large...spicy...extra...cream...box...wrap...enchilada...' - Then I ask her what is in a spicy chicken burrito? "well chicken, green something sauce, tomatoes, lettuce and peas" 'peas? why the hell are peas in a burrito... are those fresh?' "no, no... cheese" 'yeah why are there peas in the burrito' - Brian says 'omg are you serious dumbass she said cheese... you know the orange stuff' LOL ohhhh yeah well it was hard to hear with tweedle dee and dumm in the back in my ear shouting random shit. So... we get our order placed and pull up to the window and the lady is just laughing by this time. Haywood leans over and rolls down his window and shouts its ok we just got done with a punk show... you know spikes and chains and kids dancing around in skinny jeans... So I turn around (forgetting the taco bell lady is standing there with the window open) and say 'for fuck sake Haywood... you're not wearing any pants so shut the fuck up' LOL omg that ladies face turned the brightest red I have ever seen on anyone in my life... then the entire staff proceeds to run to the window to get a glimpse of Haywood - little did they know he was wearing shorts LOL - Priceless moment for sure... just another day in the life of Jessica
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