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Jesseca

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About Me

I am red, violent red.
"I think you're one of the highly intelligent animals in the cage."
Kingsley Andersen
Hello, I'm Jesseca.
I have a dog named Stanley.
He is cuter than any other dog, hands down.
I have a fish named Brody.
Brody the Beta.
I live in a mix matched house.
It matches my mix matched life.
I like strange movies, strange music and strange people.
At the current moment, I feel like I swam into an electric fence, but I have ADD so I'll forget about it soon.
My personality is mix between Aries & Taurus, but I lean towards the Aries.
At my best I am :
Witty/Sarcastic*
Assertive*
Independent*
Confident*
Passionate*
At my worst I am :
Restless*
Selfish*
Vulnerable*
Quick Tempered*
Manipulative*
Element : Fire
There is a writer in every artist
And an artist in every writer,
because there is beauty in every word
And some beauty no words can describe.

My Interests

She moves in her own way.

Stanley Banana Yelnats

I'd like to meet:

Someone I can learn from.
People that are as random as Michael Randel.
X 0rE0 BoY x (12:16:44 AM): I love u so much that I'd fly a kite on a non windy day through the mean streets of oakland just hoping u can see it in the air from chico

Music:

I have a bad habit of falling for musicians.

Movies:

Recently, I have watched: Hard Candy, Juno, The Last Broadcast, Session 9, Me You and Everyone We Know, H.H. Holmes documentary and Virgin Suicides.

Television:

I don't.

Books:

Read one.

Heroes:

Kingsley Andersen:
kingsleya (8:23:08 PM): That's a bad omen envy jesseca (8:23:15 PM): what is? kingsleya (8:24:52 PM): Wanting to whack a nigga wid a pan

My Blog

Don’t try and fix me I’m not broken.

I've locked you away...Repeatedly.Yet the door stands openand the memories spill out...Repeatedly.The blood seeps under the door And I remember where I left you.How I cut you...Repeatedly.I remember o...
Posted by Jesseca on Tue, 13 May 2008 04:49:00 PST

Where is my mind?

Just be quiet now.Silence your voice while I choke the memories.All that once was fades like ink on a weathered newspaper.Because thats all we are.Old news, left out to weather the storm.Forgotten, I'...
Posted by Jesseca on Mon, 12 May 2008 01:01:00 PST

unfinished.

Cold, two, three, fourscale my arms and legsrun your deceiving fingersslowlydownmyspine.my bare skin to your bare soulat the end of the day, equality is ambiguous.for the night, however,I’ll pre...
Posted by Jesseca on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 09:45:00 PST

We have a pill for that.

Are you too sad?We have a pill for that.Are you too restless?We have a pill for that.Are you too angry?We have a pill for that.Are you too anxious?We have a pill for that?Do you hurt too much?We have ...
Posted by Jesseca on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 07:05:00 PST

I like to sit in my underwear and write.

When you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back at you.-Friedrich NietzscheLife is inherently pointless.There is a reason we do things on a small scale, I work to make money so I can pay my bills,...
Posted by Jesseca on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 03:57:00 PST

If I can’t, no one can.

I'm not going to lie, and this isn't going to be poetic, because I don't feel poetic.I feel like I was running, but I was blindfolded and I ran straight into a brick wall.the brick wall had a hand and...
Posted by Jesseca on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 09:50:00 PST

The Sound of Acceptance.

I saw you again, sitting across from me.laughing familiarly.I watched you understand me, I watched you know.I watched you remember the language we can’t speak anymore.Passive attentiveness.My ey...
Posted by Jesseca on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:56:00 PST

I sin like a champion.

I'm sorry that I'm jaded.I'm sorry that I'm cynical.I'm sorry that I can't pretend that the world is rosy.I'm sorry that I'm not like every other carbon copy peppy girl.I think for myself and I've rea...
Posted by Jesseca on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 09:31:00 PST

Excess thoughts.

My brain hurts from the excess noise.   Not just literal noise, emotional noise.People's energy is screaming and they don't even know it.I have this theory that the pain is just mental pres...
Posted by Jesseca on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 10:12:00 PST

The politics of what could have been.

I didn’t miss you then.I didn’t think that I would miss you now.Seven months after the fact.Maybe its the hollowness in day to day life.No crutch to lean on,  no comforting voice to c...
Posted by Jesseca on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 01:05:00 PST