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We think the idea of becoming so big is a little ridiculous. Did you see Julie & Julia? We loved Julia and her husband (especially how much they got. it. on.) but we thought Julie was a piece of shit. She was the absolute worst. We know having any kind of online blog/diary thing is inherently self-centered, but she took it to a whole new low.
http://www.usatoday.com/life/books/news/2009-11-24-julia-powell-cleaving_N.htm
We would like to see Scarlet Johansen and Thora Birch reunited from Ghost World. We don't care which plays us, because either way they are hotter. -
Julie grew up in the Mt. Greenwood neighborhood and spent some time at Moraine Valley. Jess attended public high school in the far south suburbs and SXU. We've both dealt with our fair share of morons. We wouldn't say we're used to it by now (how do you get used to idiots?), but we try to keep the interesting friendships while weeding out the duds. After dealing with the dumbest people all day, it helps to go home and have meaningful conversations with people we care about.
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We are based on the fact that in Jess' home there is a box of cardigans that we share. We went to a clothing swap and cleaned them out of their cardigans. Someone asked us if we were going to ride around and give them out to the homeless. We answered "Fuck no. We're poor. We get cold. These are ours." That's basically where the name comes from.
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Nah, it was anonymous. If I did know it would only make us look at him/her differently as a person.
As for the windshield, maybe we should just start breaking some at random and assume we made our point. -
First of all, you got called a pig because it was a lame question. You did not get called a pig because of "noticing sexuality" or whatever. This is a text based medium, so it suffers from it's greatest drawback: you cannot gauge sincerity.
The bio, "we're here for the pussy" is there not because we want to fuck, but because it made us laugh. Our picture is us awkwardly and drunkly hugging. The picture of our legs was us documenting that we were both too lazy to find clean socks on the same day. Our sexuality is our own. We aren't looking for other people to validate it for us. If you find anything we do sexual, then that's your bag.
Oh...and we still aren't offended. -
A car jacket from a thrift store in Idaho. The tag has "Jane Johnson" written on it. It's a plaid wool jacket and I replaced the buttons with big magenta ones.
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Nope, usually they end in poetry readings.
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I just saw Up. It was surprisingly sad. My life is pretty alright. Jess just built a computer.
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I didn't know it was an epidemic.
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Hahahaha crack!
I wouldn't know, but it seems more like a recipe for a staph infection than anything you'd want. You know, Jane Seymour died from having her asshole ripped. She was the favorite wife of King Henry VIII, but look where that shit got her. -
Some days I get so pissy with how the world is run that I think I MUST be Holden Caulfield. There are other days I'm so complacent, I think I must be Marian from The Edible Woman. I also think that I'd probably make a point to whatever asshole I'm dealing with cake. -Julie
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When you can put someone else before you without harming yourself in the process. I think a lot of people lose themselves in the process.
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I'm guessing Truman Capote's voice would keep me out of trouble, in that regard. Or spontaneous bleeding from the eyes and nipples.
Yeah. Imagine that hitting on David Tennant.
PS Ricky, you're such a slutbag. -
DAVID TENNANT. He is fantastic. Jess would, in a totally hetero way, commit some crimes on Summer Glau.
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The day my then boyfriend defended me by peeing into a water bottle and whipping it at a cluster of inbred, teenage troglodytes.
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Old scabs? Probably naked Barbies.
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Julie and Jess’s Bio
We are here for the pussy.
