Sisters, sisters... Never were there such devoted sisters...

I'm currently listening to: The football game in the background... Dad turned on the TV

That's what Jess is. Well, almost. We've been pals since our teacher introduced us to each other in the fifth grade. We've volunteered for the nursing home Jessi's mom worked at togeather... We've kept each other up on the phone for hours at a time... We've shared stories, books, friends, and so much else. Jess is sort of a kindred spirit. We were even mistaken for relatives- twins, sisters, cousins- at different points in time.

It's hard to believe that someone from such different families could be such close friends. Jess was the oldest of all the kids in her family growing up, and was subjected to the pressure of being the first. Her father was- oh, god. I'm not going to get into that. Suffice to say, her mom and dad are no longer togeather, and probably should have split some time ago. I have nothing further to say about her father. Ever. Her mom's become almost a surrogate to me- and all of my friends. I've actually heard her come back from work and ask down the stairs: "How many daughters do I have today?!"

Funny how Jess, probably one of the only other people I know to get chastized for reading a book in class, is currently working as a librarian at the Weber Road public library. She throws the best damn parties of anyone I know, and I know that I can always turn to her when life throws me a curveball.

Jess, you rock.

(Thanks for pointing out the unfinishedness, Baby... love you, too.)