So I am listening to the sound of 50 somethings sing along to a country music song that goes something along the lines of "Honey you ran away with that waitress and left me alone in a cheap motel in Texas".
My name is Jessica. I like pretty things. I was delivered by a stork. My mother named me after a 80's television show character. I have nerd pride. I am not overly complicated, generally what I say is what is going though my head at the time. I have what some people would consider a sick sense of humor. I like cola that tastes like actual cola. I think that moustaches are entertaining. I name inanimate objects. I waste time too often. I think life is exciting.