j e s s i c a

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I'm not a whore, myspace or otherwise, I don't go clubbing but I love to dance, I play good music on instruments with strings and some of it comes from inside me.
I just spent the better part of two years driving around the US (yes, alone), seeing all there is to see and meeting all sorts of amazing people. I'm compiling the stories into a book that will hopefully be finished and published sometime before I die.
I'm recording an album this year. Acoustic, I wrote it. Check out my music page at www.myspace.com/jessicajohnsonmakessounds. (Hint: I'm on my own top friends list below -- shameless self-promotion much?)
I'm studying for my GRE.
I'm an Honorary Ohioan.
I'm never satisfied.
I like-ah you. Do you like-ah me?
I want the whole world and everything that goes with it. Preferably the Blue Ridge Mountains first.
Intelligent conversation turns me on.
Where the fuck do I want to live?
I should have been born about five years earlier than I was.
Trail mix makes me alarmingly happy (as long as it doesn't have banana chips in it.)
I'm a grammar and spelling Nazi.
I have the sweetest FIANCE in the world for me and his name is Patrick Matthew Sharp. Want proof? Check out his "Who I'd Like to Meet" section. He treats me like gold, just like he did ten years ago when I was too young and blind to realize it and left him in my road dust, only to date a string of assholes, felons, alcoholics, cheaters and douchebags. Thank god for second chances. His words come out with a sincerity that shakes me, almost scares me. Seriously, I went on a decade-long goose chase looking for a man who would call me just to say hello, who would get excited just to run errands with me, who would say thank you when I do things for him, who is funny without being disparaging, who would hold my dog in the car even though he knows she gets motion sickness, who would sign 'I love you' and ask, 'Can I have my girlfriend back?' through the window when I'm being held captive on the porch by friends who are grilling me for details, who I could count on in a pinch without him giving me a guilt trip later on, whose eyes I could get lost in, who would be proud to say I'm his, who was the perfect blend of cute and hot -- little did I know I had walked away from that man when I was eighteen. Now I've got him back and I don't plan on letting go again.
I also had a puppy that I rescued from the road, but never decorated because she was beautiful without accoutrements. She's still my favorite souvenir from the road and I gave her to loving family on a huge and beautiful farm in Mt. Airy, MD.
I'm Unitarian Universalist.
I love coffee and sushi and I've been volunteering with a needy family for over 2 years now. I consider them my own. The triplets are 2-and-a-half now and they're starting to say my name -- it comes out "Ka-Ka". Coincidence?
I'm a freelance travel writer and you can check out my regular column at www.whoisisabella.com/americanexoticism .
Chances are I'll like you if we meet face to face.
Canyonlands, Utah
Copyright JRJohnson 2006.
I really don't like myspace whores who give smart girls a bad name by posting cheese nudie shots of themselves and using words that don't exist, like "U" and "b4". Okay, we get it. You're ditzy and you're body is better than most. Go ride a pole, pose for Playboy, develop a coke habit, end up in rehab and become a forgotten pair of tits like all the other strumpets before you. Why keep destiny waiting?
I also don't like uber-Christians who feel the need to bombard me with unsolicited guilt and scripture at the drop of a hat. Look. I read Tarot cards. I worship Jesus, Azna, the ghost of Ghandi, Ishtar and the Hindu god Gonesh. Nothing you say is going to change that. And if you don't like it, keep it to your damn self because otherwise you're wasting oxygen that starving kids in China could be breathing. You don't see that Jewish guy over there getting in my face for not keeping Kosher, do you? Okay, then take a page from that guy's book and leave me to my heathen ways.
You Are the Swedish Chef
"Bork! Bork! Bork!"
Your happy and energetic - with borderline manic tendencies.
No one really gets you. And frankly, you don't even get you.
But, you sure can whip up a great chocolate mousse The Muppet Personality Test