Sherrie Kessler

She is Indiana. I am Mike.  We are the Joneses. 

I don’t get to see her much since she’s engaged and because of her insane schedule. Well, only because of her schedule. It’s sad, really. If I weren’t so disconnected with most feelings, I’d be super sad to see her so seldom. We used to hang out every day and just kick it. I just said "kick it" but I’m already over it before I can finish typing this sentence out. Slang owns. Hanging out and kicking it are synonymous so that was a total waste of 1/8 of an inch of paper. I’m so wasteful. If I hadn’t written that sentence this paper wouldn’t have been made into paper and a tree would still be standing. Let’s all laugh together cause that makes no fucking sense. I think recycling is top notch but when people say "don’t waste paper," I’m like, "this is already paper. We can’t turn it back into a tree." The better thing to say is, "don’t waste paper or you’ll have to go buy more and no one likes spending money on supplies unless it’s on the first day of school with your mom’s credit card." It’s really awesome that I went from talking about Sherrie to paper.

So, about Sherrie. She and I supposedly met at S4 like way back in 2007 but I don’t remember that. I’m bad about remembering people I meet when I'm at bars..for obvious reasons. And it was before my 21^st birthday so I was definitely more drunk than I would be these days. I used to drink myself into oblivion. Even gotten kicked out of S4 once with Reice. I still feel bad and stupid. I should know those damn undercover bitches with ear pieces when I see them skulking around like creepers. Skulking is a good word. Sherrie came to my 21^st birthday party and brought along this girl, Sarah. Sarah Lock. Reice is on video somewhere professing his love for her beautiful blue eyes that night. Sherrie also sang that night. I was amazed. I still am. Her songs are so good. Good is an understatement. Her songs are ones you can relate to and just want to scream at the top of your lungs or cry out when you’re driving home after a long night. I made this ultimatum for her last October. It was a piece of paper that said she had like a month or two to get her shit together and play a show. And it had like 20 of her friends signatures. She never played a show. She’s barely picked up her guitar since she’s gotten into a relationship and that’s not Stephanie’s fault. I’ve seen Stephanie plead with Sherrie and she just won’t do it. Maybe it’s just been so long that she’s nervous, which is understandable. Or maybe she realized it wasn’t what she wanted to do, which is okay. I know that’s not it, though. And if it is, Sherrie is not the Indiana Jones that I am related to. She and I used to drive around in her car and listen to City by Sara and reminisce about traveling the world. We didn’t care how we’d make it, we just would. We’d find odd jobs to make ends meat and maybe have to sleep in our car every once in a while (or a lot) but we’d still be doing something different and life-changing. A risk very few are willing to take. If her and I ever happen to be single again at the same time, which won’t happen, we will do that. I’m making her. Life is short and she of all people know how precious it is. I’m going to tell her that if I die before her she has to sing at my funeral. (that promise ends at 30, though. Reice and I gave "death promises" an expiration date of 30 years old and I'm pushing closer to that dreadful milestone on the daily.)

Follow Through

This is the start of something new, don't you agree?

Not a good new, though.

As each day passes, I realize more and more that common decency is deteriorating and will soon be an extinct human trait/ability. I know the world is a cold, hard place but you should be able to count on your family and friends. When you think about it, they're all you really have. Possessions do not count. They can't hang out with you, join you for dinner or a movie, help you through hard times, reason with you. The only worthy exception to that I can think of is books. Think about it, books are the thoughts, experiences, emotions, etc of a person so that's essentially the same thing. I'm open to suggestions of other things that can hug you when you're sad/happy/cuddly or slap you when you need a reality check .

All I'm saying is, personal connection is essential and if you treat the people closest to you like they're expendable, you'll end up losing everyone. And if you don't lose them, you'll certainly lose their respect and that's just as detrimental.

All I'm saying is, follow through.

P.S. So that you won't think I'm being hypocritical, I'm going to try my hardest to live up to my words because I know that I'm guilty of being indecent at times as well. G'night.

Jordan Snapka

Pancake Snapka in my phone. She saw that Angela was "Crocodile" and Reice was "Pepper" and Sherrie was "Indiana" and she wanted a nickname "like Pancake." So, Pancake it was and is.

If there's anyone I'm most similar to, it's Jordan. I know she'll read this and think to herself "ha, I don't think so" or "Krista really thinks that?"





Yep, I do. We're both extremely insecure about most things. We think things like: If I don't go out with my friends this Saturday, they'll forget me and never talk to me again. Or, _______ hasn't texted me in a week. They don't like me any more.


I exhaust Angela with thinking a different person each week doesn't like me anymore. Yet, the next time I see them, they're telling me how much they've missed me and such and then I feel better. Temporarily. For the night. I'm sure Jordan is the same way. In fact, I know she is.


She's literally created my taste in music. When we first hung out, she'd play Spill and Brand New and Death Cab and I'd try hard to shun them and for a while it worked. Now, they're three of my very favorite bands. I've seen Brand New twice, Spill Canvas three times, and Death Cab once. She'll make you a badass playlist and then you'll relay it to your friends and they'll think you're the finder of awesome music. Jk..sometimes. 8-)


If I could go back in time, I'd let the 18-year old Jordan know that she's beautiful and lovely and all that sweet talk. And that she'd become even more so with age. <3.>

P.S. I'd totally have written about you even if you didn't know about my blog! :)

Reice Raudry

Also known as Cameron to unwanted solicitors. I've known him since mid-2007, I believe. I officially met him through Jordan, but we actually became friends when he started working with me at Starbucks. In a lot of ways, he's my first real friend. He knew me solely as being gay whereas everyone before him knew me as the person who went from having a serious boyfriend to dating girls. He is a complete grammar whore and I love him for that because I try harder to speak to him more correctly than anyone else. Not that I don't speak well normally, but with him I go the extra distance to make sure I've added hyphens and such.

We've both watched each other in basically every single relationship we've ever experienced. I'm happy to say he's finally found someone worth his while. Worthy of him. He will treat Richard better than Richard's ever been treated, without a doubt. And I truly believe Richard will do the same. As with most people, Reice has chosen douchebags in the past (couldn't really put that nicely) and he's finally made his way through the dark! Like Jurica said, Richard doesn't drink the Dallas water; therefore, he's already better.

Since 2007, Reice has tremendously matured as a person. As have I, hopefully. As we continue to grow older, I hope we always remain friends. Before him, gay guys scared me because I thought they were all really judgmental and hated lesbians. Not that some aren't that way, but he's definitely not and he's helped a lot of his gay friends see that as well.

One day (quite soon), he and I will conceive millions of babies and spread our love all over the world and into the far galaxies of Jesus' kingdom!!!!!!!

In his words: that is all.