A little random break from the fashion world to say goodbye to one of my best friends, Miss Jennifer Anne Curran. Jenny Anne, born 27th of March, 1987 (I'm kinda writing this as if she has died, almost sounds like an obituary, anyway) is moving away this weekend to Hong Kong/Australia/she doesn't actually know.
She failed at being Miss Northern Ireland (I think she tried 4/5 times), Miss Ireland (think that was twice), Miss World Tourism (she hated china), Miss Hawaiian Tropic (her body is beaut but she has fried eggs for boobs while the other girls had fakies), she failed at resisting her lustful body and falling for her personal trainer/love of her love TFit (which is why she is going away, cause they are so happy & want to see the world before she pops out a kid, bluh, f them & their happiness) but the one thing she didn't fail at was being the best friend ever.
Jenny is one of those amazing creatures who doesn't judge, who always listens, who is up for anything, lives life to the full, is beaut and also has a cracking personality. She is the girl that girls love to hate cause she is perfect but you can't cause she is simply too nice. She also loves to talk about just about anything. Our final conversation last night consisted of bananas, pee, petrol bombs, vaginas (standard for us) and the meaning of life. Now she has left me & Zoe J. The 3 of us lived together for nearly 2 years. From seeing each other every day to talking nearly every day to now not even being in the same continent! It is quite emotional. (Can't work out if I am more jealous at her moving to Australia or I am sad that she is going.)
As a parting gift, Zoe & I got a photo of our arses printed on a tshirt so she would always have us close by.