Jess

It's been a while since I've last updated this, but I figured that when I did I'd have something really cool to show you all. Well, I think this will do:

The first thing my Mom said to me when I got home was: "Jess! When is this going to stop?!"

Last night Andrew and I, once again, broke up. I'm so hurt, and I woke up this morning to that familiar feeling of regret and loneliness. I'm trying so hard to be strong and I'm trying so hard not to call him back and to try and work things out. It's just time I moved on. We were together for almost a year, which is pretty outstanding given my unsuccessful track record with my past boyfriends. All I can think about is how beautiful things were when we were first together, how uncomplicated everything was. I wish I could go back to that, I wish our relationship could have stayed that way. I wish a lot of things.

Ok, so updating my Vox, or ANYTHING for that matter isn't one of my strong suits. But hey, going by what you guys all had to say here, you love me despite my obvious, and at times, very obnoxious flaws. Right?! RIGHT! Let the blogging commence!

I love my new bag, I swear I never let that baby out of my sight! This weekend I ventured off to the Art Institute (my future go to place for education - cause Jess needs to get herself some learnin'!) for my orientation. I was all by my lonesome a fellow future freshman must have picked up on my nervousness, because she introduced herself to me. And proceeded to try and touch my new bag... Asking if it was real... Asking what it was made out of... TOUCHING IT... She was rubbing her grubby UNWASHED HANDS all over it's immaculate canvas. She was nice, but I don't think my right eye has ever twitched so many times in just two hours. Dear lord...

It's also been a designated week to be meeting people of Ye Olde Internet as well. On Wednesday I met up with the lovely, Julia, for coffee at Starbucks. Woman, I don't think I've EVER talked for so long with someone that I'd just met, or ever for that matter (Kitty, she's getting close to our phone records. DANGEROUSLY CLOSE!). But I had such a nice time, I can be such a hermit so it was great to leave the parental units on their own for once. We'll have to do it again!

ALSO. I finally was able to have our much anticipated brunch lunch with dear Crystal at Outback Steakhouse after my glorious orientation on Saturday. I had a great time with you, hun! It was definitely worth the wait, and I hope we're able to get together again soon!

Back to being lazy and counterproductive. Ah, my specialty...

So after a month and a half of waiting and saving, I finally brought my baby home. It's bigger than I thought it would be, but worth every penny I spent on it.

I walked in to the boutique this afternoon and my SA (Sales Associate), Andrea swept me off my feet and lead me into the wonderful world of Louis Vuitton.

I looked at a few other bags but I knew all along I'd be taking this one home. I had a great experience and I'll be sure to buy from Andrea again next time I'm in the store! SO HAPPY!

How well do you know your next-door neighbors?

I secretly think that my neighbors on the right are pornographers. Actually, it's not so secret, they know I'm on to them. When I was a kid I was playing baseball in my backyard and accidentally hit the ball over into their yard. When I went over to retrieve it I had to walk through their house, and in order to walk through their house, I had to journey through the jungle of video equipment that was scattered throughout their living room. They also cover up all their windows with tarp. And they never come out during the day. Therefor, they MUST be pornographers. VAMPIRE PORNOGRAPHERS. AH!

I've finally saved up enough money to buy me some new arm candy. AREN'T YOU ALL SO EXCITED!? So after I get my tootsies painted with my Mom this Saturday, I might be taking a trip down to Fashion Valley to go pick her up at the boutique. Crystal, come with me! You still owe me a lunch date, missy!

PS: Who loves Banana Mocha Frappachinos? JESS LOVES BANANA MOCHA FRAPPACHINOS! Is it true? MHMMMMM! I do, I do, I do, I dohooooo!

Edit: I'm at work, and super bored, so someone should come chit chat with me through emails or on AIM (sn=wtfjes). Ok? OK! 

So, after a posting/giggle fest (I think I made all of five posts!) on BangMB last night, I've finally come to the conclusion that I am a complete, and utter asshole. Not because of the posts I made but because I actually wrote up way more than five posts, I just ended up deleting them because they came across as too racist (which I'm not) or just plain cruel.

It drove me to the conclusion that I'm insensitive, judgmental, and an all around smart ass. Which people probably hate me for. But I shan't be taking responsibility for my actions. No-sir-ree-bob! I welcome all ye who I have offended to speak with my father: King of the Smart Asses. It just so happens that my last name is King, so we are in fact a royal family of pricks and cunts. Anyways...

I just want to say that it's easy to be Pro-Life when there isn't a man in existance who is in fact WILLING to participate in the act of fornication with your greasy twat. (Karol, that rule however doesn't apply to you. Seeing as you are now the proud owner of a little Karol spawn. It proves that you are a Pro-Lifer who's vagina is really quite desirable. Rock on, sexy Momma!)

This isn't so much of a post as it is a collection of random thoughts. I am not responsible for any confusion that may take place, the Pepsi and Starbucks I drank are.

My boss's Yorkies:

I'm still here. I've had a rough time lately with friends, and last week I guess you can say I nixed a lot of people from my life. It's for the best, and I'm focusing on more important things at the moment. Thanks hun, I owe you big time. I added a few people back, if you'd like to be added back as well just let me know, I guess...

Before I commence with the actual blog, I'd like to bring this to your attention: FractionPrice (my place of employment) is hiring. Actually, they're on the hunt for another Intern for a new avenue we're trying to pursue: Fashion Blogging. Some of you might frequent sites like The Purse Blog and Chanel Amour, and if you're interested in contributing to something similar then this is for you! We're looking for someone who's not only a talented writer, but someone who's as enthusiastic about fashion accessories as the rest of us.

Currently, I'm not positive at what kind of rates we're offering, but if this would be a great opportunity for anyone who's interested in possibly getting a good start on a career in Fashion Editorials. We may just end up using some of the writers from the aforementioned blogs as guest contributors, or we might have one person who will be writing, researching, and responding to comments and emails regarding the blog.

Nothings set in stone right now, but send me an email if you're interested!

Blog: Somewhere around 50% of all marriages end in divorce. Let that sink in for a minute. You ask anyone, I'm most definitely a conservative thinker when it comes to relationships, and it's always been a dream of mine to get married someday and be just has happy as my parents have been for 36 years. Divorce rates, even at 50%, are still on the rise, and I'm reconsidering my desire to ever legally bind myself to another human being.

Every so often, Andrew will humor me with the idea of marriage and children. But every time the topic comes up I end up reminding him that I don't think that marriage really exists anymore. I feel that I'm thinking more rationally than ever and I'm wondering why people deem it so important to be someone's husband or wife. I'm finding that sometimes couples see marriage as a cure to their troubled relationship, and think that by making their relationship into something that legally binding, it may cure insecurities. I suppose it's the same way with having children. But all in all, I just don't see how legally committing myself to someone means that I love them more than someone who isn't. Humans were never meant to be monogomous anyways. Religion has just made us into such a tight-assed society.

Just a thought.

I've finally decided on my new handbag. I nixed the Chloe Large Paddington Tote idea (for now anyways) and am now in the process of saving my money for this beauty. Behold: The Louis Vuitton Damier Canvas Speedy 30. The funny thing is, I never used to like Louis Vuitton handbags. I blame this livejournal community for my lust. After looking through bunches and bunches of "unwrapping posts" I made the conscience decision that I had to unwrap, and carry one of my very own. I already have a good portion of the funds saved, so when I bring my darling home I'll be sure to post my own little "unwrapping" picture post. Excited!