<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:30:53.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Jessii Bitch</title><subtitle type='html'>This could be the most boring thing ever- or the most exciting. You never know with my life, it&amp;#39;s full of twists &amp;amp; turns and drunks. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-7588009627603691010</id><published>2010-09-03T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:17:23.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I want to give a BIG congratulations to Beth Truman and Eric Summers, as of tonight, engaged! Probably the cutest couple ever, and two of the nicest and kindest people out there. I think they're going to get fed up of my extreme enthusiasm towards the news, but it's just something they'll have to deal with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I keep neglecting this thing but once again I'm hoping that'll change. I've found this thing again and I hope to update it more often, possibly even once a week! :O Yeah, that's not much, but like I care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy in my life right now, enjoying it, and loving it. And it's because of these amazing people in my life, all my friends, my boyfriend, my family, and my beautiful almost SIX MONTH old daughter,  Charlotte. Can you believe it? Almost six months? Time flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are way too many people I could list who have changed my life in positive ways, (and lots of people who I could list who have changed my life in negative ways, but you know....) I wouldn't even know where to start, honestly. A lot of people are people who I've met over Facebook, what a glorious place Facebook is. It's where I met some of my dear friends I have today, ones who I've met off and on Facebook. Like Jennifer Kidney... God woman, you've helped me out so much, you probably have no idea. And Sara Helke, I LOVE YOU. Like seriously, you're really too amazing. Danielle Gustafson, Hannah Clark, Dani Baker, AHHH there's just so many other people I could list right now, like I said I really wouldn't know where to exactly begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to continue raping Beth and Eric's text message inbox with congratulation texts, but I love you all ;) Even the haters, because now I know I've done something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES. I LOVE YOU. AND I MISS YOU. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I go, I thought I'd mention I'm going back to school at UCLA, the school I attended for a few months before pursuing my modeling career! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-7588009627603691010?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7588009627603691010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7588009627603691010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7588009627603691010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-8178487909491167472</id><published>2010-07-23T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:05:01.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KiSs My SaSs</title><content type='html'>You know what, haters? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the smartest person, I may not be the kindest person, and I'm sure as hell not perfect. You can believe what you want to believe, whether it's believing I'm fake, or believing I'm real, I'm all for the "personal opinions" thing. But I'm not going to let you assholes trample all over me like this. Like I said, I'm not perfect and I'm not the best, but I KNOW I don't deserve this kind of treatment. The things you've been saying to me via Formspring have been pretty outrageous; the comments claiming I'm a fake whore are mild compared to some other death threats I've received. Not cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really hate me this much and want things settled, do me a favour, send me a message through Facebook and tell me who you are. Or are you too afraid? Are you chicken? If you're so tough then do it, insteading being a scared little bitch and submitting your questions anonymously. REALLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now deleted my Formspring for the time-being: at first the comments were expected, of course not everyones going to believe everything and I understand that! I realize that my responses may not have been the most mature or reasonable ones, but I was trying to defend myself, and yes, I realize I wasn't doing a great job but do I really care? No, not really. But after awhile the comments got really personal, crude, repulsive, threatening, and extremely inappropriate. I really do not appreciate it, when people continue to go on about my personal life (I mean personal personal life, things I do in my spare time...) because that's my business, not yours, and it bothers me that you'd even bring this up to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some things you were saying about my friends, no, just no, they were horrible. I will NOT stand by and watch my friends get bitched at, when they've been nothing but amazing and kind people to me throughtout the time I've known them, it is not fair that you're doing this simply because you know it'll piss me off and get to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite obvious that whoever has been leaving me these hate-filled questions, is on my Facebook account, as my account remains private to those who aren't on my friends list and this person was using my profile information against me. I've made a private account for my close friends and family, since I've really let my account go in terms of adding too many mutual friends who I don't talk to enough or know very well. I am really hoping that these people I've learned to trust and these people I've opened up to, aren't the ones who have been using my information against me to hurt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love you guys (even the haters; even if it doesn't seem like it, dudes you boost my mother'fuckin' ego! It means I'm doing shit right, doing things to piss you off and make you jealous, wooot!) and to my close friends (you know who you are,) thank you SO much, for sticking with me through all my ridiculously stupid shit! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE &amp; HATE,&lt;br /&gt;JessicaMayfield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My song of the week is "Our House" by Crosby, Stills, Nash &amp; Young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-8178487909491167472?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8178487909491167472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/kiss-my-sass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8178487909491167472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8178487909491167472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/07/kiss-my-sass.html' title='KiSs My SaSs'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-6721796510747965672</id><published>2010-06-24T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:02:06.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality. It Matters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://expat21.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/taking-care-of-beauty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 634px; height: 942px;" src="http://expat21.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/taking-care-of-beauty1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what men think or what women think or what the "rules" of beauty are, because the only rule in my book is that beauty lies within you, inside of you not on the outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that looks do matter and they always will in a relationship, that no matter what you say or do you're always going to partially judge your partner depending on their looks (but mainly their personality I'd hope,) but I still think it's cruel, that there are some low-lifers out there who only date the bleach-blondes with the Double D cup bras, and the fake boobs, and the nice legs and the spray tans. Honestly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find beautiful, is intelligence, class, and inner beauty. Personality! Don't judge someone because of their looks, or their boob size, judge them from what's on the inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-6721796510747965672?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6721796510747965672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/personality-it-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/6721796510747965672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/6721796510747965672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/personality-it-matters.html' title='Personality. It Matters.'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-7435528381057038416</id><published>2010-06-24T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:55:57.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danmassey.co.uk/images/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.danmassey.co.uk/images/music.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music has always been important to me, ever since the day I was born. I remember when I was little, my parents would play their Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Crosy, Stills, &amp; Nash records... I'd be dancing around in my pajamas, absolutely loving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like Peyton says' on One Tree Hill; A certain song can instantly change my mood, whether it's uplifting, sad, or angry. When I'm mad, sad, or happy, I turn to my best friend who I know will never fail me, my iPod. Is that sad? That there's really only one thing in this world I have to rely on and trust? An iPod? Well that's too bad if you think it's sad, because it's the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music speaks to me... I don't know how and I don't know why. But I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-7435528381057038416?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7435528381057038416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/music-has-always-been-important-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7435528381057038416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7435528381057038416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/music-has-always-been-important-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-1731021901934396268</id><published>2010-06-24T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:46:27.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Truthfully, there's no such thing as perfection"</title><content type='html'>It's been a really amazing last few months, let me just tell you. I know most of you probably already know, but I'm a mom! I have Charlotte Rose Mayfield,who's now three months old, almost four! She was born on March 7th, and my friends and family were alongside. She's gorgeous- apparently, she looks like her mother ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still live in Los Angeles, of course. I decided not to take the job in New York since I personally don't want to raise Charlotte there... maybe I'll take it in a few years, who the hell knows!&lt;br /&gt; And I was going to move to North Carolina, but things are under control now and there's no point in me really going there, except to go to One Tree Hill set... which I could if I wanted to do so, since I have... connections lets just say... but I don't want to move their permanently. I'll just go visit often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend now, his name is James, but that's all I'm saying! I like being secretive; it pisses people off! Tee-hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm incredibly happy, probably the happiest I've ever been in life to be honest. Everything is perfect, everyone is perfect, and for once I feel somewhat "perfect", even thought truthfully there's no such thing as perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated this thing since February, but I'll try and update at least once a week... I used to say I'd do that, and I've obviously failed... but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-1731021901934396268?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1731021901934396268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-really-amazing-last-few-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/1731021901934396268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/1731021901934396268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-really-amazing-last-few-months.html' title='&quot;Truthfully, there&apos;s no such thing as perfection&quot;'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-626558628269313691</id><published>2010-02-06T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:50:47.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know, I fail, I'm sorry. I was trying my best to be on top of blogging and everything, but then so much drama happened and all. I think I'll make this post rather long, since I just feel like spreading by business... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the following events have happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've gone from engaged to single in one month&lt;br /&gt;-I found out the doctors fucked up on my due date: baby's due NEXT month not April! D:&lt;br /&gt;-I chose a baby name&lt;br /&gt;-I found out the Jake (my ex-fiance) is moving to a whole different state being Colorado&lt;br /&gt;-I've decided to move to Wilmington Carolina when the baby is born&lt;br /&gt;-I've been informed that I'm "incredibly amazing" at dealing with teenagers appropriately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... I'll explain them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about this whole engaged and now single thing... well starting about eh... last month, Jake and I started having trouble in our relationship. We started fighting almost every day (about stupid things, too.) I'd apologize and all even though I knew that the whole fight was not my whole fault, but he'd stay angry at me. Then we started to drift apart, and he said "Jess, I love you a lot, but I think we need a little break. I'm not breaking up with you; but I'm going to Denver for a couple of weeks, okay? Call me if you need anything." That was just him being nice. *Sigh*. Then when he came back, he said to me "You're not the Jess I fell in love with.  You've changed, and I don't like it. I'm moving to Colorado to be closer with my family, I'll still be in the baby's life, I know this will be difficult but we'll make it work, sorry." He said this over e-mail first, and then came to talk to me. DOUCHEBAG ALERT!?!?! Something tells me that if he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moving to Denver Colorado &lt;/span&gt;then he's not really going to be in the baby's life; if he really cared and he really wanted to be, he'd at least stay somewhere in California. Maybe I'm overreacting, but that's my opinion. So now, I'm going to be a single mother, but hopefully a kickass one! Hopefully. Damn it, I always do something to screw up relationships. Sure I've changed... but a good change... maybe he means I've changed because now I'm fat and not as pretty and more hormonal than usual. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctors  not too long ago and they ran some more tests on me, and discovered that they had fucked up my due date when they first told me my due date! They originally said April 23rd, but then they said "I'm sorry, we've made a mistake. Your daughter is due on March 2nd." WTF!? Fail much!? If I ever have another baby, I'm switching doctors, actually I think I'll just switch doctors. So I'm due in less than a month... wow... that's scaring the hell out of me. I can't wait, but I'm really scared! Thank God I have amazing friends and family for support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to name my daughter (yes, I'm having a baby girl!) Charlotte Rose, I like the name! Rose is my Aunt's name whose always been there for me no matter what, like when I was a teenager and had issues with my parents she'd always let me come stay with her, and I could talk to her about anything! When I told her I was naming my girl Charlotte Rose she started to cry, that's the first time I've EVER seen her cry. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Charlotte is born, I've decided to move to Wilmington North Carolina. Most of your thoughts are probably along the lines of "Oh my God, One Tree Hill's filmed there! STALKER!" but that's NOT the reason I am moving there. My mom, 18 year old brother, and 18 year old sister moved there a couple of months ago. It's kind of a win and win situation here. My mom has offered to help me out with Charlotte because she knows how stressful it will be for me considering my age and how I won't have Jake for support, but she's also having issues getting through to my sister and controlling her. My mom says that I'm really good with her and that I'm really the only person who can get through to her and that I'm a good role model for her, which is so nice. I'm really glad. So I'll help her with Mandi and Kyle, even though Kyle's not as much as a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, that about sums everything up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one last thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;accepting friend requests on my other account (Jess Dawson). It's still private! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-626558628269313691?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/626558628269313691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time-no-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/626558628269313691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/626558628269313691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-8046678545820543332</id><published>2010-01-16T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:58:41.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Brightside - The Killers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Running Up That Hill - Placebo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I Was Little - James Morrison&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blah Blah Blah - Ke$ha ft. 3OH3!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 - Britney Spears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sexy Bitch - David Guetta ft. Akon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever - Drake &amp;amp; Lil Wayne &amp;amp; Kanye West &amp;amp; Eminem. (I think that's all...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Run This Town - Jay Z ft. Rihanna &amp;amp; Kanye West&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cyclone - (Damn it I can't remember who sings it... Flo Rida? LMFAO)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt; Lovers In Japan - Coldplay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-8046678545820543332?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8046678545820543332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/playlist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8046678545820543332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8046678545820543332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/playlist.html' title='Playlist'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-6948673729002385114</id><published>2010-01-16T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:55:56.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I kind of forgot about my blog again. I think I'll post a real update- and then a playlist!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the last couple of weeks of been sort of chill... I've been in Los Angeles just hanging around with friends, Jake's been M.I.A. He's in Colorado yet again visiting some family, this sucks for me. I offered to go with him but the reply was "Jess, you're 6 months pregnant, you should stop the traveling now." of course being overly hormonal I cried, I felt so stupid crying about such a little thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, before he left... we got into a fight. :( FIGHTS SUCK PEOPLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I haven't had a good steady convo with him for awhile... fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY ON THE POSITIVE SIDE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my Macbook back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom sent it to me, and it works and all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still haven't seen Avatar, is it good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-6948673729002385114?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6948673729002385114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/6948673729002385114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/6948673729002385114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-2242991428440751606</id><published>2009-12-31T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:10:42.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weeks Playlist</title><content type='html'>Nope, I haven't forgotten about my 'weekly playlist'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playlist (December 31st-January 6th)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling A Moment - Feeder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Predict A Riot - Kaiser Chiefs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Happy I Could Die - Lady GaGa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alejandro - Lady GaGa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good Vibrations - Gym Class Heroes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;November Rain - Guns 'n Roses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some Say - Sum 41&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pass Out - Chris Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never Say Never - Chris Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secret Crowds - Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-2242991428440751606?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2242991428440751606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-weeks-playlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/2242991428440751606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/2242991428440751606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-weeks-playlist.html' title='This Weeks Playlist'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-2706899215828541621</id><published>2009-12-25T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:16:51.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Okay it's sort of late... here it's 2:15 AM, I'm sorry! But Merry Christmas to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Carlie and I are flying to Hemet California to visit aunts, uncles, and my cousin Rachel- hm... I wonder if I'll see a certain... 'Scott' boy? Ha, that'd be cool.  My lucky cousin GREW UP in Hemet and her mom is friends with James' mom or something- I'm not all that close with my aunt for certain reasons this is just what my cousin told me and she went to school with James Lafferty, lucky whore haha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had an amazing Christmas&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-2706899215828541621?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2706899215828541621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/2706899215828541621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/2706899215828541621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-7881488016405102820</id><published>2009-12-23T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:36:05.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Playlist?</title><content type='html'>For some reason I love sharing my favourite music so maybe once a week I'll share my playlist... the music won't be in any specific genre or new or old, it will just be any music I like... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playlist (Dec. 23rd-Dec. 30)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Are You Afraid Of - West Indian Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dreamer - Uh Huh Her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lovesong - The Cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ruby - Kaiser Chiefs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax, Take It Easy - Mika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;War Sweater - Wakey!Wakey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overcome - Better Than Ezra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cherry Bomb - The Runaways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apologies - Grace Potter and The Nocturnals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Want Something That I Want - Grace Potter &amp;amp; Bethany Joy Galeotti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-7881488016405102820?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7881488016405102820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekly-playlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7881488016405102820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7881488016405102820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekly-playlist.html' title='Weekly Playlist?'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-5287431895537248560</id><published>2009-12-17T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:41:54.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Facebook Privacy Settings</title><content type='html'>I really hate the new privacy settings for Facebook! We have absolutely &lt;strong&gt;NO PRIVACY ANYMORE.&lt;/strong&gt; That's not right, especially for those 11 and 12 year olds who have secret accounts and would rather not be stalked by creepy 40 year olds... LMFAO random, I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to say that as much as I love everyone, &lt;strong&gt;I'm not accepting any requests. &lt;/strong&gt;It's nothing personal, but it's a personal choice, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-5287431895537248560?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5287431895537248560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-facebook-privacy-settings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/5287431895537248560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/5287431895537248560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-facebook-privacy-settings.html' title='New Facebook Privacy Settings'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-4011673318351182353</id><published>2009-12-06T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:32:56.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>I completely forgot about my own blog, I'm sorry. It's been kind of hectic, the whole traveling between Jacksonville and Los Angeles and a little bit of New York, I'm traveling as much as I'm allowed before I'm not allowed &lt;strong&gt;at all. &lt;/strong&gt;When I'm six or seven months pregnant my mother wants me to come stay with her in Jacksonville until my baby girl/boy is like one or two, something like that. It's all so crazy and confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, is healthy, I, am healthyish, I've got a slight December cold but hopefully that clears up soon. Christmas is in 19 days, I can't believe it! I'll definitely be in Jacksonville. I'm like five months pregnant now, it's kind of crazy. Four and a half or five months... honestly I've lost count. I think my doctor would know. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway hope everyone is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Still can't get on to this account [Jessica Mayfield (Jessica Riley-Dawn Mayfield)] I think that's the name for the account... LMFAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-4011673318351182353?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4011673318351182353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4011673318351182353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4011673318351182353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-1537504020397537782</id><published>2009-10-29T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:33:31.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Add My Account</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I had this account &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=100000028873364&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=100000028873364&amp;amp;ref=profile&lt;/a&gt; so go ahead and add it! It's completely open. I'm not on it as much as my private account, but it's better than nothing, right? Right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-1537504020397537782?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1537504020397537782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/add-my-account.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/1537504020397537782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/1537504020397537782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/add-my-account.html' title='Add My Account'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-7358088851891517947</id><published>2009-10-27T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:34:27.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>So I've been feeling pretty shitty the last few days so I finally went to a doctor today. I was supposed to be leaving for Los Angeles tonight but things have changed. I got tested and I have Swine Flu, so now I'm on this Tamiflu shit and the doctor said not to go home until I'm a lot better, which really sucks because I was hoping to get back to California tonight. So I'm stuck in Vancouver until I'm better, which sucks because I'll be feeling shitty for a long time. So I've canceled my flights, canceled my photo shoot for tomorrow and I've canceled a lot of things. Swine Flu seriously sucks, guys. The good news is, is that my baby will be fine as long as I'm fine! So lets hope I don't die.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get a Swine Flu immunization today but they said not to until I'm feeling better, which seriously sucks. It doesn't really matter though if I already have it... basically all I've been doing is chilling out and watching television, and going on Facebook of course. I'm trying to get back into my other account 'Jessica Mayfield' but when I try to enter the password it says 'Incorrect Password' even though I look back onto my e-mails where it &lt;strong&gt;says &lt;/strong&gt;that password so it's totally gay. I've tried e-mailing it to myself and everything, but then it just says "You have to log-in first," when I enter the password it e-mails to me... so fucked up. So the only way I can use this account is by updating my blog because it's set up to that account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's really all, have a nice week and try not to get Swine Flu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-7358088851891517947?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7358088851891517947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/swine-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7358088851891517947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7358088851891517947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/swine-flu.html' title='Swine Flu'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-1683200221308566773</id><published>2009-10-23T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:47:26.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Totally Forgot To Mention</title><content type='html'>That I'm engaged! Wow, that's killer how could I forget? A few days ago, my lovely boyfriend now fiance proposed, and I said yes! We haven't set a date yet, but we're aiming for sometime maybe Summer 2010, when I'm not pregnant! He doesn't have to adopt the baby because I'm pretty sure he's the father, anyway. Around when I would have gotten pregnant was when we were together and I never cheated on him or anything, so I'm 99.9% sure he's the father, or else I'm a slut :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-1683200221308566773?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1683200221308566773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-totally-forgot-to-mention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/1683200221308566773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/1683200221308566773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-totally-forgot-to-mention.html' title='I Totally Forgot To Mention'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-654621388878999256</id><published>2009-10-23T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:43:35.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So We Meet Again, Vancouver</title><content type='html'>I arrived in Vancouver about 40 minutes ago, I'm currently at my hotel, and enjoying every second of it! Even though the weather is currently crappy, I'm still in love with Vancouver, and who know's maybe I'll live here some day. Most people (well, from California) say I'm crazy but for some reason I absolutely love Vancouver! It has everything I need! If I moved here I'd move to West Vancouver, it's gorgeous there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another great part about Vancouver, well most parts of Canada actually, everyone's so friendly! It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-654621388878999256?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/654621388878999256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-we-meet-again-vancouver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/654621388878999256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/654621388878999256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-we-meet-again-vancouver.html' title='So We Meet Again, Vancouver'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-4112934565442392158</id><published>2009-10-23T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:40:57.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Okay just thought I'd mention that my account is &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;here &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt;... now it's private. Don't take it personally, please...  I decided only to keep people that I knew because it was easier, no offense. It was a personal decision, and I feel badly for it but like I said it's just easier. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-4112934565442392158?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4112934565442392158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4112934565442392158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4112934565442392158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-5136337681448831094</id><published>2009-10-14T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:50:10.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of the Day</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd share an old-school Jess Mayfield story, you know? This one is one of my personal favorite's, I've got to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... one time in Jacksonville when I was 17, my boyfriend threw this massive party at his house. Hundreds of people showed up and we were all drinking and drunk, having a great time. My friends and I were hanging out, drinking, I think I had like honestly 6 shots of Vodka and Tequila that night, and like 6 beers I was wrecked. So at one point my friend Kate and I were talking, then my boyfriend came and she left... so yeah my boyfriend were drunkly discussing things and making out, and then his ass-of-a-father who reminds me of Dan Scott, showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He of course "busted us" for under age drinking, and this is how it went. "Underage drinking, huh?" he said, he looked evil.&lt;br /&gt;"Go away, Dad." my boyfriend said, he was giving his dad a "what are you gonna do about it" face, it was hilarious. Then I started feeling really sick really fast, I felt terrible.. like super duper terrible. Then I said "Uh oh,"&lt;br /&gt;and his ass-of-a-father goes "Yeah, 'uh oh' you're busted." and then I threw up ALL OVER THE DAD! My boyfriend was pissing himself laughing, and that dad's just like "What the HELL!" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then my friend had thrown up too so we went swimming... lol I know that's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-5136337681448831094?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5136337681448831094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/5136337681448831094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/5136337681448831094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-of-day.html' title='Story of the Day'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-3811110670350939874</id><published>2009-10-06T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:02:47.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Vancouver, Bitch</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am. Okay well tomorrow my friend Caitie is coming too, awesome! Anyway this is super short since I'm going to bed soon since i'm going to set with my wife ashley tomorrow, we're getting up at 4 in the fucking morning! ahhh! g'nite sexypeople.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-3811110670350939874?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3811110670350939874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-in-vancouver-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/3811110670350939874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/3811110670350939874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-in-vancouver-bitch.html' title='I&apos;m In Vancouver, Bitch'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-6105940827257244655</id><published>2009-09-26T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:06:21.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated this thing forever... anyway here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I Got Pregnant&lt;br /&gt;2. I decided to keep the baby&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to Jacksonville&lt;br /&gt;4. I went to Wilmington, North Carolina to meet family friends with my mom, brother, and sisters&lt;br /&gt;5. I met James Lafferty again :P&lt;br /&gt;6. I went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go... quick update!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-6105940827257244655?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6105940827257244655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/6105940827257244655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/6105940827257244655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-1741481766913805022</id><published>2009-08-12T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:20:21.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Disgusts Me</title><content type='html'>Jon Gosselin, who parties with those 19 year old girls. He's what, 34? He disgusts me. And his girlfriend, Hailey Glassman. Sure it's love but she was um busted for POT, (drugs if you didn't know that, Jon.) and he has 8 young kids, plus she's only 22. Would she be a good step mom for 8 young children, I don't think so. I WOULDN'T BE EITHER, it's sad that me and Hailey are the same age, that is quite weird to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I just think Jon is just an asshole, I mean seriously. TEAM KATE, I mean she's bitchy sometimes but I don't blame her, with Jon as a husband? I'd be super bitchy too. But she has her nice and good moments, I mean aw she started tearing up on TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just sayin', &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate Jon Gosselin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-1741481766913805022?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1741481766913805022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-disgusts-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/1741481766913805022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/1741481766913805022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-disgusts-me.html' title='This Disgusts Me'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-6361028160091898886</id><published>2009-08-08T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:55:32.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Relationship</title><content type='html'>Guess what? After awhile of being single, I am no longer single! (If that makes sense...) My then ex-boyfriend Jake and I have gotten back together just today, and I'm soo happy. Things are working out, I'm pretty sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what I'm telling myself is this. "If he fucks with me then I'll fuck him up," and no exceptions. There we go, sound reasonable? He was the dumper last time, but our phone conversation today was so sweet, he has one more shot with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-6361028160091898886?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6361028160091898886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-relationship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/6361028160091898886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/6361028160091898886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-relationship.html' title='In A Relationship'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-5160144497710360354</id><published>2009-08-05T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:27:47.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Where I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/SnnAvx1ne6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WIpUPW90wGE/s1600-h/West+Vancouver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/SnnAvx1ne6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WIpUPW90wGE/s400/West+Vancouver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366532358053264290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;View of West Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;True fact, this is where I am. Well somewhere in that city, this picture is from when I went hiking in Vancouver awhile ago.&lt;/span&gt; Carlie used to live in downtown Vancouver but recently moved to West Vancouver, I love West Vancouver... ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-5160144497710360354?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5160144497710360354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-where-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/5160144497710360354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/5160144497710360354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-where-i-am.html' title='This Is Where I Am'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/SnnAvx1ne6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WIpUPW90wGE/s72-c/West+Vancouver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-771687314986853184</id><published>2009-08-05T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:21:19.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Another Epic Fail, I'm Back Bitches</title><content type='html'>It's been like ten days since my last blog post... but whatever. In those ten days I've been in France, Los Angeles, and Savannah! France was amazing of course, Los Angeles was/is normal, and I went to Savannah and met up with Miley. Now, I am in Vancouver... right now not for Eclipse, for my sister Carlie... poor girl. She had a boyfriend of 4 years, and he left her for some other girl. She's heartbroken, we're eating ice cream and watching TV and doing random things. We're probably going to head downtown Vancouver and S H O P! It always makes us Mayfield girls feel better. The best thing is Lily and Courtney are coming to Vancouver sometime today too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got here like early, and had the worst sleep at my house... my two cats and dog were fighting, so annoying. "Meooow hiss rooof!" and then there's me "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" because I'm so nice to my pets verbally. I think I'm going to go insane of Carlie's cat fights with itself tonight, I'll be sleeping in the bathtub or something. Reminds me of one time when Me, Carlie, Courtney, and my mom went on vacation to Seattle... Carlie had this really bad cough and I couldn't fall asleep one time so I went into the bathroom and went in the bathtub to sleep. The next night my mom had a cough too, and I would have been 14 then. Their coughs weren't in sync, so my mom would cough then Carlie, then I'd slam my fist down on the bed and whisper loudly "Fuck!" ha ha. Finally I picked up Carlie and threw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; in the bath tub, good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still single, boo me. I need to find someone REALLY hot and REALLY worth it, because I am lonely. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I'll blog more now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-771687314986853184?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/771687314986853184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-another-epic-fail-im-back-bitches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/771687314986853184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/771687314986853184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-another-epic-fail-im-back-bitches.html' title='After Another Epic Fail, I&apos;m Back Bitches'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-815595603914344865</id><published>2009-07-26T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:36:42.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Fail</title><content type='html'>Honestly I thought I'd only update this thing once, and then never touch it again. Obviously that didn't happen, I "used to" update this thing a lot. I failed to update it for 10 days though, leaving it draining away in my lonely thoughts. That's unfortunate, but whatever. I call it an epic fail, I got this far and ruined my lets call it "record".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm on my way to Paris, France everybody. I'm on my private jet (so fancy, I know.) and I'll be in Paris in thirty two minutes, how exciting. After Paris I'm heading to London to work &amp;amp; relax a little bit, have some fun there with some cute British boys, oh la la. Seriously, there are some boys there that honestly I mind rape, they're are fiiinnee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others, aren't the most attractive people on earth. Don't worry, non of you know who I'm talking about. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday I went to Vancouver with Jenna and we met up with Carlie &amp;amp; friends. It was really sunny outside and everything and around 6:00 we went for dinner at The Boathouse. Around 7:00, well before that, it started pouring rain. We were like "What the hell?" and I was driving. Later it started really pouring, &amp;amp; there was thunder &amp;amp; lightening! I had NEVER seen anything like it, except when I had been in Texas as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the night was seeing someone attached to an IV (coming from Vancouver General Hospital apparently,) walking around. We guessed he was buying cigarettes somewhere because you can't buy them in the hospital. Well, tough chance of buying smokes when you're wearing a hospital gown and you have an IV thing attached to you... umm...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Carlie lives in West Vancouver so around 9:00 we finally headed home after watching the storm carry on. I was freaking out driving back because the sky was orange 'n shit, we thought we were in a Stephen King novel. I drove way faster than usual (meaning I drove REALLY REALLY fast,) because I thought that way the lightening wouldn't hit us. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home the POWER WAS OUT, God damn. Thank God for phones &amp;amp; laptops, I could keep us entertained. After awhile we went to our friends house with power, and hung out 'n stuff. Then around 11:00 or 12:00 the power finally came back on and we went home, to find a house full of boys. (Carlie lives with her boyfriend.). They were playing video games and they had been in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horseshoe Bay park standing under a tree drinking.&lt;/span&gt;Come on, I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;smarter than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was, the next morning we read the news and four people had been struck by lightening &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from standing under a tree.&lt;/span&gt; Hilarious, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-815595603914344865?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/815595603914344865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/epic-fail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/815595603914344865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/815595603914344865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/epic-fail.html' title='Epic Fail'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-4855737031588331185</id><published>2009-07-16T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:35:55.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Two Days</title><content type='html'>Yeah, sorry about that. Yesterday I was busy well... Facebooking and throwing up I guess... sorry if that's too much information but I've been sick the past couple of days... my friend had the stomach flu and then I caught it and well yeah. Today I've been busy swimming and exploring, earlier today I went swimming, and I stayed in the ocean with my nieces nephews, brothers, and sisters for &lt;strong&gt;five hours &lt;/strong&gt;no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those nieces and nephews of mine, and my siblings. They keep me old. Well, not really but whatever I just felt like saying that because it's 12:32 AM and I'm hella bored! I've been staying awake really late this week and with an exception of two nights &lt;strong&gt;getting my drink on. &lt;/strong&gt;Oh yes, right now I'm on my laptop &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;drinking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and soon I'm heading out, how awesome AM I? Very very very awesome, you don't even know. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to I Know You Want Me (Calle Ocho) because it's my favorite song right now, don't comment... lol. This whole "blogging" think is fun, honestly I thought I'd do it once but give up but I almost at least 5 times a week, not bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europe, well I have no clue when I'm going... but I'm still going, but only to France I think. I have other... um plans. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-4855737031588331185?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4855737031588331185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-two-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4855737031588331185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4855737031588331185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been-two-days.html' title='It&apos;s Been Two Days'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-106575365776384189</id><published>2009-07-14T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:00:01.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day</title><content type='html'>I realized today... that one day when I'm ready, I've love to have a baby. It freaked me out when I wasn't ready and had two miscarriages, but today I started thinking, that in the next 10 years, maybe 11 or something, I'd love to have a baby. First of all I have to have a steady relationship though, or else I'm really screwed. Then, I have to be ready to stop the drinking partying, I mean I can still party, just not as hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds crazy and stupid, but the truth is I adore kids, I adore my nieces and nephews. I &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;know how to change diapers and all that stuff, I'm not that dumb ha ha. Of course they get annoying when they're screaming and whining and crying, but otherwise they're the cutest things ever and I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds stupid, but I think way ahead of things, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-106575365776384189?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/106575365776384189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/106575365776384189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/106575365776384189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day.html' title='One Day'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-4928901815981496033</id><published>2009-07-11T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:24:34.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><content type='html'>After a long flight from London England to Los Angeles California, I'm home safe in my own environment. Today has been interesting, but I'm glad to be home. Basically what happened today, is I came home, looked at my living room, and cried. I cried because I have pictures of my family &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt; around my house, because I love my family so much. It hurt, to see all those pictures of my brother and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got over it and drank some &lt;strong&gt;RedBull &lt;/strong&gt;for an energy boost, just because it was 6:00 AM and I felt like it. I walked around my house, swam in my pool, and ate some healthy breakfast, really I mean it when I say healthy. I played RockBand 2 with my sister for a little bit, that was fun and entertaining, especially when I kept getting higher scores than her. :) To your surprise, I am actually a good singer, oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was itching to go on Facebook so of course I did... spent an hour or two on it, and then I finally logged off and started to pack for &lt;strong&gt;Dominican Republic &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It's in the Carribean, I think.) &lt;/em&gt;and then around 10:30 AM, I went into my sister Amanda's room and found her &lt;strong&gt;drinking&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(She's 17, by the way. You can add her, Amandaa Maayfiieeld) &lt;/em&gt;out of the bottle. I officially had to lock up my homebar, that was depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came back on Facebook, then logged off again... and I moped around being all "depressed" and sad, which is not fun. I need to keep myself occupied or else it will most definitely happen, and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Update**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't mentioned in my blog yet that my father &lt;em&gt;has &lt;/em&gt;passed away as of yesterday, and so that's why I am home in Los Angeles, just in case some of you didn't know. xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-4928901815981496033?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4928901815981496033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4928901815981496033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4928901815981496033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-5857030260939878853</id><published>2009-07-10T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:29:22.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot Can Happen In A Few Days....</title><content type='html'>So, I was roaming around my house on July 8th just in the morning being me, and then I get a phone call from my mom. "Jess Jess Jess! Your Dad was in London, he was in a car crash. Jess he's not doing well! He's in critical condition!" she was crying to me on the phone. She warned me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  to go to the hospital yet, so I obeyed. Then I went to the mall with my sister Amanda, and I get a call from the bank, and my credit card has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stolen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;because they asked me if I bought certain items, and I knew I had shopping issues, but I didn't buy those types of things. So, I kept shopping anyway thinking "Am I going to be broke tomorrow?". Then, I came home and basically went "mental" as my brother called it, and started drinking... I had three drinks and then I was shitwrecked. My brother stopped me, and thank God I wasn't drunk in the next hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to Chicago, but before I left I sadly canceled my credit card, I wasn't going to let some random stranger keep using it! I went, and got there around 2:00 Chicago time. I took a nap, and remembered that I was picking up Dani from the train station at 3:00. Well I slept a little overtime, and my alarm clock went off, but I obviously didn't hear it. Unfortunately, I never got a chance to meet up with Dani, which makes me very sad.  I even got a new phone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for Chicago, how crazy am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, that night, I got a call from my mom. She told me that it was time to come to London and see my dad, because he'd gotten worse, and he's not awaking. So at around 10:30 last night, I caught an eight hour flight to London, England, which is where I am now. I'm actually sitting in a hospital waiting room, which is very unpleasant, I hate hospitals a lot. My whole family is here basically, minus Amanda. We're all comforting each other, and going in with our mom one at a time, because we're a family of 7 at the moment, it's a little too many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd do an update, because I haven't update my blog in three days! I broke my promise, whoops. I'll still be updating Facebook, just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-5857030260939878853?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5857030260939878853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/lot-can-happen-in-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/5857030260939878853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/5857030260939878853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/lot-can-happen-in-few-days.html' title='A Lot Can Happen In A Few Days....'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-6126412703231972706</id><published>2009-07-07T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:24:34.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs Some Sleep</title><content type='html'>That's all. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-6126412703231972706?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6126412703231972706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/needs-some-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/6126412703231972706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/6126412703231972706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/needs-some-sleep.html' title='Needs Some Sleep'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-4021962454460006991</id><published>2009-07-07T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:19:57.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Sucks</title><content type='html'>Hasn't anyone noticed that everyday, even if you're a busy person, you're freakin' bored? I definitely have, and it sucks, let me tell you that. The good thing is, is that I am leaving in two days for Chicago to see Dani [awesomness,] but that bad news is, what do I do until then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already packed, except for stuff I'll need... and well yeah I think I've watched every TV show &amp;amp; movie I own today, not really, but whatever. FTR: I love Zack and Miri Make A Porno, and I love Seth Rogen, marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-4021962454460006991?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4021962454460006991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/boredom-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4021962454460006991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4021962454460006991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/boredom-sucks.html' title='Boredom Sucks'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-7768593658247110116</id><published>2009-07-07T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:51:18.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We always ignore the ones who adore us, and adore the ones who ignore us</title><content type='html'>Can anybody relate? I can. It happens &lt;em&gt;all the time&lt;/em&gt; with me, which is why my relationships probably suck balls. It happens every time. For example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, I spent all this time adoring someone who &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; like me, and it was pretty much what you see in those movies what happen, I would be like "Hi," and all flirty. Then there was a friend of mine who was a guy, who I basically ignored because I didn't like &lt;em&gt;him, &lt;/em&gt;I liked the other popular, jock guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the one day he tries to talk to me, tries to tell him he "loves me"  but then I keep pushing him out of the way whenever this guy comes around, to make him actually for once notice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what happened, is that jock finally noticed me, but took advantage of me... you know what's coming. He takes me to one of those big parties with alcohol and drugs, and gets wasted, and tries to pull me in bed. Then I finally realized, it wasn't him... he was a jerk and a loser! This was graduating year, so I was 17 or 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to walk home, and I was scared shitless because I lied to my parents, and now I smelled like pot &amp;amp; alcohol. So I went home, and collapsed onto my mom in her arms pretty much, and I told her the truth. I felt like I was dying that night, I was tricked, and the guy didn't even like me, he was trying to use me for sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I walked over to the guys house, but he'd moved on from me, he had a girlfriend, one of my friends. I waited too long, I pushed him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens, all the time. I'm trying to say something here. Don't love someone who doesn't love you the same way back, love someone who can give you back the love you're giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Like I said, birthday's make me think a lot. I thought about this yesterday, and never posted it. Now I'm bored, and decided to post it... I don't know. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-7768593658247110116?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7768593658247110116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-always-ignore-ones-who-adore-us-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7768593658247110116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7768593658247110116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-always-ignore-ones-who-adore-us-and.html' title='We always ignore the ones who adore us, and adore the ones who ignore us'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-6406846285776825068</id><published>2009-07-07T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:35:09.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/SlOUtPgelgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NFMq-68J0JM/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355787886851429890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/SlOUtPgelgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NFMq-68J0JM/s400/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you guys know what this is? THIS my friends is a yearbook class photo picture, which I wish to say that "You can't find it anywhere else," but sadly, it's been leaked onto the internet. I'll update this later, with an arrow pointing to me, and an arrow pointing to Ashley, we're both in here, but we're not beside each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably find her anyway before I have to point it out with a circle around our heads, but I'm bored right now, and officially 22 so I just feel like doing whatever the hell I want, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO STEALING, take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-6406846285776825068?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6406846285776825068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-guys-know-what-this-is-this-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/6406846285776825068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/6406846285776825068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-guys-know-what-this-is-this-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/SlOUtPgelgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NFMq-68J0JM/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-5386567622455540299</id><published>2009-07-07T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:29:10.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Dog</title><content type='html'>I Need Some Suggestions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get Budda a "playmate" in hopes that he won't chew my shoes anymore... any suggestions on what type of dog to get? I'm totally clueless, so I'm definitely in need of some extreme help. Budda's pissing me off with all of  his shoe chewing &amp;amp; clothes barfing, so really I' in desperate need here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budda's very friendly with all types of dogs, thank God. He hates the cats, so they're not distracting Budda from any chewing or anything... that mega sucks. Really, it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-5386567622455540299?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5386567622455540299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/5386567622455540299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/5386567622455540299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-dog.html' title='New Dog'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-3094408381633743118</id><published>2009-07-06T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:35:00.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What</title><content type='html'>I have yet some more good news, that I think just has to be shared. After a few years of great modeling, I'll be in a magazine, I just got the call today from my boss! I'm not quite sure which one yet,  it'll be a good one, for definite. Elite Model Management's only the best. Well I've been in magazines before, but nothing like the great ones... only little ad's in People 'n shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will be fancy, formal, &amp;amp; awesome. I'm so effing excited! I'm doing the modeling shoot in France, and it'll be with some of my "fellow models" as I like to say. A.K.A, my sisters. I have tons of sisters, craziness right? Anyway, so far this has been the best birthday ever for me, like really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted with information, and tell you what magazine! I've been in ad's for Gucci and Vera Wang, but never in magazines!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-3094408381633743118?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3094408381633743118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/3094408381633743118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/3094408381633743118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-what.html' title='Guess What'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-8070243534305658537</id><published>2009-07-06T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:31:23.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Why Hello, didn't see you there. [Ew, sounds weird.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday, is going fanfuckingtabulous. Just letting you all know. I've been chillaxing, well up until a few hours ago when my 8 siblings arrived... shit they're annoying, but whatever, isn't that what siblings are for? They're &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; staying at my house, even the ones who live in California, shitty for me... but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News news news: I'm meeting Anna Wintour again, and she said this to me today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh Jessica! Can I tell you how many times a dog's chewed my shoes? You'll be getting another pair of exclusive, rare, Gucci heals from me." xoxoAnna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an e-mail! So fucking fantabulous! I love that woman... amazing how nice &amp;amp; kind she is... lmao. I'm so happy, the lil' bitch Budda's  doin Jessi some good yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-8070243534305658537?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8070243534305658537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8070243534305658537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8070243534305658537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-8400279318675441044</id><published>2009-07-06T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:43:29.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Very Pissed At This Son of a Bitch</title><content type='html'>I came back from a run today, and I saw black leather bits all over my carpet... so I follow the trail, and to my surprise there's the little shit [my dog, Budda] eating away at my exclusive and rare expensive &lt;strong&gt;Gucci heals!&lt;/strong&gt; I would say "Whatever, I'll buy another pair." but I can't, they were given to me exclusively by Anna Wintour in Paris after a runway appearance! Sucks, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to the son of a bitch [since bitches are female dogs, it's not appropriate to call him just a 'bitch'.] "Thanks for the birthday present," and laughed at him. It sucks, I was kind of supposed to bring those back to Paris later this month, not to give back, to show Anna that I still wore them... you know this sucks big time, but whatever... I'll find some similar pair or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog is the bitchiest person you'll ever meet- as anyone, Cami, Ashley, anyone who's met that little bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm not an animal hater, I very much love my dog, Budda, along with my two cat's Buddy and Jasmine... but sometimes they piss me off. I promise, and swear on my life, that I'm not an animal abuser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-8400279318675441044?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8400279318675441044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-very-pissed-at-this-son-of-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8400279318675441044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8400279318675441044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-very-pissed-at-this-son-of-bitch.html' title='I Am Very Pissed At This Son of a Bitch'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-8003420196414154553</id><published>2009-07-06T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:23:03.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday! Good Morning</title><content type='html'>I'm in hell right now, I'm so hungover! Last night at around 12AM, Cami and I went clubbing, and let me tell you, that's the most wasted I've been in awhile. So technically it was the started of my birthday, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I, Jessica Mayfield, am turning 22 years young, not old. You're not old if you can laugh. Which I do almost every moment, like right now... :] It's not technically my birthday, because I wasn't born until 8:29PM, oh yes, I know what time I was born... in Miami Florida, July 6th 1987 my mother and father welcomed me into their family, which was already fucking huge! My mom &amp;amp; dad would have been... oh I guess 22? They started their family &lt;em&gt;so young&lt;/em&gt; it was craziness, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, happy birthday to anyone else who's blowing their candles today, and if you are, you're really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-8003420196414154553?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8003420196414154553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-my-birthday-good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8003420196414154553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8003420196414154553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-my-birthday-good-morning.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday! Good Morning'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-8088362940704454375</id><published>2009-07-05T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:58:33.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Heads Up</title><content type='html'>Just a forewarning, but while I'm in Europe there are no promises that I'll be on Facebook too much. I'm considering have a "No Facebook" rule while I'm traveling, on only updating my blog and checking my e-mails. Just a little decision I'm thinking about, just because I feel like "trying something new" which might be healthy for me, who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to update my blog every single day, and answer my e-mails, no doubt. Once again, I have two e-mails that I frequently use, one for Hotmail, well MSN, and the other for just e-mailing, which is Gmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN: &lt;a href="mailto:yourstruly.theheartlessbich@hotmail.com"&gt;yourstruly.theheartlessbich@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; [No promises to whether I'll be on MSN that much, just because I'll be "on the move" a lot.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mailing &lt;a href="mailto:yourspersonaljaxcutie@gmail.com"&gt;yourspersonaljaxcutie@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; [Do you like my spelling error? That was &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;on purpose, stupid me!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shy, e-mail me for Christ' sakes! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be social, it's not like I'm burrying myself into a deep black hole or anything, I'm just taking a short break from Facebook, and updating my adventures on my blog here... or maybe I'll even create a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;new &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;blog, just for Europe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also considering a trial of &lt;strong&gt;no Facebook while I'm visiting Dani in Chicago&lt;/strong&gt;, just to see how it goes and if I'm "prepared" to say goodbye to Facebook for a month and a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who are reading my blog off of Facebook, the link to my blog is &lt;a href="http://www.itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; because I'm also considering &lt;strong&gt;deleting my account&lt;/strong&gt; while it's not in use, but don't worry I can bring it back when I want it back, I promise. Also, get your lazy asses off of Facebook, and actually go to the REAL blog!! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**UPDATE**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention that &lt;strong&gt;I will be updating my Twitter!&lt;/strong&gt; Completely forgot about ol' Twitter here. It's good, because all I want to do is update. See, you'll all still be informed, it's all cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-8088362940704454375?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8088362940704454375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-heads-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8088362940704454375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8088362940704454375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-heads-up.html' title='Just A Heads Up'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-2186805163538466545</id><published>2009-07-05T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:51:32.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else</title><content type='html'>That's my feeling today, it really is. Otherwise I'm great, and happy, but that's taking over me this moment. I'm sure people have had this feeling before, you love someone who's taken? Well, that's sort of me I guess, I'm confused. It's actually my ex-boyfriend, who I'm of course still in love with, and he's moved on, after a week... got a new girlfriend, I saw them &lt;strong&gt;holding hands&lt;/strong&gt; today went I went to Starbucks, so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was nice, really nice, but he called it off because of "business". Apparently this girl works with him, so I understand I guess... at least I never saw this when we were going out. I waved, and it was hilarious, their faces both went red! He looked like he was sorry, so I think he's actually a great guy, he just needed someone different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's understandable, of course nobody wants the neighborhood whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-2186805163538466545?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2186805163538466545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/hardest-thing-to-do-is-watch-one-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/2186805163538466545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/2186805163538466545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/hardest-thing-to-do-is-watch-one-you.html' title='The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-3528019507322815931</id><published>2009-07-04T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:19:58.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, Dana Reed!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to my sister in law, Dana who just had a healthy baby girl 19 minutes ago in Miami, Florida! The baby is three days early, and 7 pounds! Really healthy! I'm an aunt to a fourth kid... ew that makes me sound old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, congratulations to you too, shit face (brother,) for having another baby... for knocking up your wife again. Ever heard of birth control... OR CONDOMS!!??&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-3528019507322815931?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3528019507322815931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/congratulations-dana-reed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/3528019507322815931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/3528019507322815931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/congratulations-dana-reed.html' title='Congratulations, Dana Reed!'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-7080779995286957948</id><published>2009-07-04T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:12:22.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, Happy Fourth of July... completely forgot the whole reason of &lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;I'm at Cami's. Her mom is cooking her family (including me,) a Brazilian dinner, then we're going to see fireworks I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, her sweetie pie hunny bunch, Joe might fly here to see her. Aw&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-7080779995286957948?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7080779995286957948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yes-happy-fourth-of-july.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7080779995286957948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7080779995286957948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-yes-happy-fourth-of-july.html' title='HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-3817068214382907039</id><published>2009-07-04T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:09:07.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Silly Camilla</title><content type='html'>Camilla thinks I'm like... totally obsessed with Nick Jonas because I was joking around about how he's pretty "cute".Honestly, I'm not a pedophile, REALLY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that your soon to be sister in law is such a wack job, Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm at Cam's, and we're so lame. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-3817068214382907039?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3817068214382907039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/silly-silly-camilla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/3817068214382907039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/3817068214382907039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/silly-silly-camilla.html' title='Silly Silly Camilla'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-4527835229590956458</id><published>2009-07-03T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:40:38.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R,I.P</title><content type='html'>It's been a really sad week knowing that two beloved celebrities, Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett have passed away, both due to health conditions. I hope they're doing good in heaven... and well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tribute to Michael Jackson, I changed my Facebook name (mainly as a joke, but still.) to Billie Jean, one of his hit songs. Also, I've been listening to his music like mad, and replaying my favorite songs over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite songs are most definitely Billie Jean, Beat It, Thriller, Rock My World, Black and White, and Smooth Criminal. He has so many songs, that it's hard to remember them all, but those are the ones I know off by heart. Ask me to recite the lyrics- well I'd be glad to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly concerned about the fact that Michael's death is getting more publicity than Farrah's... I feel quite bad for her actually. They both passed away, on the same day. Why should one of them get more publicity then the other? Sure, Farrah wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;famous but she's still a human, who unfortunately lost a battle to Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am equally saddened by both deaths, and will always respect those two individuals. Farrah really was beautiful, and what seemed like an angel. I  always loved watching Charlies Angels Re-Runs when I was a kid, and I was overjoyed when they made movies =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, my favorite thing Farrah was in was most definitely the Charlies Angels television show, most definitely. I still watch re-runs this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-4527835229590956458?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4527835229590956458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4527835229590956458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4527835229590956458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip.html' title='R,I.P'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-4739442716141024926</id><published>2009-07-03T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:31:57.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Facebook Name(s)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on Facebook, I was really bored and annoyed with the name "Jessica Bamaramaboomboom" because I thought it was too long... so I went ahead and started thinking about Michael Jackson, and his song Billie Jean, which of course I grew up listening to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work at first, but I let it sit for awhile... still wasn't going through. (I'm not very patient..) so I went onto my private account, and changed my name to Billie Jean. When I came on Facebook today, to my surprise it worked- on both accounts! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shit!&lt;/span&gt; I thought to myself, it was going to confuse a lot of people- which it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's pretty cool, and at one point on the whole 'alternate name' thing, I changed it to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MichaelJacksons Luffer&lt;/span&gt; which made it go in brackets beside Billie Jean, I thought it was suitable for the name, but Camilla just told me to grow up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I changed it to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ineedto Growup&lt;/span&gt; which I think I'll keep it that way, because whenever I add people that's what it will show up as.... interesting, right? So people better know my face, or else you'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-4739442716141024926?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4739442716141024926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-facebook-names.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4739442716141024926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4739442716141024926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-facebook-names.html' title='Awesome Facebook Name(s)'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-2250553091711907902</id><published>2009-07-03T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:27:10.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know that I have a Twitter? Yes, lots of people know because I have over 250 followers but still- just advertising it once again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely on it, but it feels good having lots of followers, plus I follow everyone that follows me, that's just the way that it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/jessiimaay"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.twitter.com/jessiimaay&lt;/a&gt; is where my Twitter is, oh yes. I used to be obsessed with the name "Jessii Maay" for myself- no exact clue why, but whatever that's just the way I am. I know you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;change your Twitter name, but I like it, it's unique... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-2250553091711907902?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2250553091711907902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/2250553091711907902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/2250553091711907902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-4926948994357287894</id><published>2009-07-03T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:22:18.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I'm curious why I have such bad luck, why all the bullshit happens to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, am I bad luck or something? Or am I just a bad person? I don't get why things happen the way they do, why things get out of control, it doesn't make sense to me. Why am I still here? What's keeping me alive? What would I end up like if I didn't have amazing family &amp;amp; friends? Who knows, I'd probably be a hooker. Life is just one question; why? For me, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-4926948994357287894?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4926948994357287894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4926948994357287894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4926948994357287894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-3283618555780153536</id><published>2009-07-03T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:13:21.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows the West Edmonton mall is huge, right? Well I went there today of course, more shopping! I went to Aldo, American Eagle, American Apparel, Abercrombie, all that stuff. It was SO fun, SO fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out with like hundreds of bags, I can NOT leave a store without buying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;, I'm that bad- really. I bought tons of stuff, I don't know where everythings going to fit because I do not throw things away.. like seriously I have clothes from 10th grade in my closet... well in Jacksonville. Not for long though, when the house sells my mom says "Jessica, unless you're taking this shit to Los Angeles, I'm chucking it out." Well jeez, thanks you ray of sunshine. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addiction is sad, it's worse than my love for partying and drinking- and worse than my sick mind. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad. I wont mention how much I spent- that'd be terrible, but take a guess, it'll be probably more than your guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the fucking Apple Store- and came out with something. Like God, I have two laptops and a Mac computer already, Jesus I'm terrible. I bought...wait for it wait for it... a new cord for my iPod. My sisters cat chewed it, God Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-3283618555780153536?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3283618555780153536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/3283618555780153536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/3283618555780153536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-8248058682829126284</id><published>2009-07-03T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:06:03.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Trip To Edmonton!</title><content type='html'>At complete last minute, Camilla decided "Hey! I want to go visit Joe in Edmonton, just to surprise him." over Facebook, and then I practically invited myself, and then she asked me, woot. I thought this was a joke, but no I really went back to Canada after leaving it that very same day, I think I travel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; as much as the Jolie-Pitts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for some twisted reason have a private jet in my family, which remains in Los Angeles. Thank God my pilot was available that night, or else we would have been stuck on a like 5 hour flight with other people! *Scream*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla discovered my edible soap in the bathroom- oh yes there's such thing. My mom found it somewhere in South America or something, I don't really listen to her that much. All I know is that she's an amazing woman, and without her I wouldn't be here. Love you Mommy! =) Total randomness, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Cami also thought she was hearing my beloved dog, Budda barking in the bedroom! It freaked me out too, but then I remembered it was just the same type of dog, but my pilots. That's cool- I guess. I don't mind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did people who don't live in Canada know that there's only a one hour time difference between Los Angeles and Edmonton? Haha. Random fact of the day, I didn't know that until going there for the fourth time yesterday, I guess I was on Los Angeles time every other time I went there- whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-8248058682829126284?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8248058682829126284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-trip-to-edmonton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8248058682829126284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/8248058682829126284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-trip-to-edmonton.html' title='Quick Trip To Edmonton!'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-434696380395518636</id><published>2009-07-01T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:58:41.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Excited</title><content type='html'>Nobody except a few know how I'm obsessed with the Jonas Brothers (oh how they amuse me,) =) but now everyone does- so great. I love them all, so don't ask me to choose favorites, that's just mean. Kevin, Joe, and Nick- I love you. Nick, when you're 18, we're getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 9th, I'm flying to Chicago, meeting up with Danii, and on the 10th, Jonas Brothers Concert! I'm so excited, my sister called me yesterday and told me she went to their concert in Vancouver, and that it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; but to be prepared to cry? I won't spread any details, because I don't have any except for the fact that it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited excited excited! I'll probably still be hungover though- my birthday is on the 6th. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-434696380395518636?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/434696380395518636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-excited.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/434696380395518636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/434696380395518636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;m So Excited'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-2554758114514753994</id><published>2009-07-01T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:52:55.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Canada Day!</title><content type='html'>It's July 1st, and all over Canada families are celebrating Canada Day, because well today is Canada Day. I make so much sense, right? Anyway, my point is, is that today is Canada Day and I'm in Toronto, which is in Ontario for you dumb asses which is obviously in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bored- because my sister, Courtney came with me, and a couple of my friends, and plus I'm here on work, which makes it funner because we like to get wasted and show up at work hungover, they give us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excellent &lt;/span&gt;hangover treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just arrived awhile ago, and I've been celebrating Canada Day (soberly,) today. Fun fun, lots of kids, oh joy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-2554758114514753994?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2554758114514753994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-canada-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/2554758114514753994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/2554758114514753994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-canada-day.html' title='Happy Canada Day!'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-4601308878813180361</id><published>2009-06-29T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:04:58.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I Been?</title><content type='html'>Where have I been out of California, that'll stay unknown. Oh yes, I'm doing a little Gossip Girl here- except everyone knows me. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint hint: NOT Jacksonville. See? Sneaky. Out of California, completely. In the USA, but out of Los Angeles 'n stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only there for an overnight trip, real fun stuff. They're fun, used to do them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time &lt;/span&gt;with my mom and sisters, we'd just drive away somewhere, or fly high like birds and Bob Marley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-4601308878813180361?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4601308878813180361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4601308878813180361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/4601308878813180361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I Been?'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-3317727420980939295</id><published>2009-06-29T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:59:30.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Camilla&lt;3</title><content type='html'>I came home early this morning from an out of California trip for a day and a half- and my sister Courtney's dog Skittles was here, who I'd totally forgotten about. After I noticed that Skittles was doing, I was screaming "Get the hell away from those! NO!" because they were Cami's clothes, and well Skittles was kind of well humping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, I heard my dog, Budda growling. I went into the room and checked, and noticed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skittles had thrown up on Camilla's clothes.&lt;/span&gt; Not good! They're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; clothes, that are not mine. Stupid stupid dog, stupid dog. Courtney will obviously be the paying one, not my deal. Call me a bitch, not like I've never heard it before. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry Camilla Belle Routh for your expensive clothes (including a Marc Jacobs bag,) being thrown up on... I'll give you $500 dollars for the bag, because um well my cat scratched it, and well yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-3317727420980939295?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3317727420980939295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-camilla3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/3317727420980939295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/3317727420980939295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-camilla3.html' title='Sorry Camilla&lt;3'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-7518180290167050258</id><published>2009-06-27T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:36:21.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships Suck</title><content type='html'>Around three weeks ago, I went back to my hometown of Jacksonville, Florida for a nice family visit. My friend Sam, who's had a crush on me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(since Grade 3!) &lt;/span&gt;planned a date for us- which I was not too excited for. I said "I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;got dumped," but he pushed it- big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he takes me to a beach and I was so telling him that this was being friends- no father than that, but what he did was so sweet, he got all my friends who were in Jacksonville that day there too :) I was in shock, I hadn't seen most of them since I graduated in 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hanging out, and then my high school boyfriend came and talked to me, we were high school sweethearts. We only broke up because of modeling and I moved away, which is the same reason I broke up with my ex-fiancee and then boyfriend Connor (well we were together in LA,) because both of our jobs were starting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, they're both the biggest douche bags ever, fuck them all. Jake and I were together for three weeks, and today he drops the big douche bomb of "I've got to work all over the world for three months, 'babe' sorry it just won't work." well SCREW YOU you could've told me that a LOT earlier, asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my message to you Jake Lan is this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go sit in a hole, screw a blow up dummy, and die. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-7518180290167050258?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7518180290167050258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/relationships-suck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7518180290167050258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7518180290167050258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/relationships-suck.html' title='Relationships Suck'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833950018630139681.post-7035198423938972125</id><published>2009-06-25T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:50:24.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SO Bored</title><content type='html'>The only reason I made this blog was for me- I think. Not really, my friend Daniela said I should make one and that she does it for fun. Whatever major l to the o to the OSER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a 98% chance that I'll never use this again, and a 2% chance that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;use this again, who knows.  I've never ever ever blogged before. Blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---By the way, like the name? I thought I wouldn't be allowed to use it since some websites are careful about swearing, but it's allowed 'bitch' awesome for me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is absolutely boring you now- so bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1833950018630139681-7035198423938972125?l=itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7035198423938972125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7035198423938972125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1833950018630139681/posts/default/7035198423938972125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjessiibitch.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-bored.html' title='I&apos;m SO Bored'/><author><name>Jess Mayfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201867600264956625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z1xvNa6hb9o/Skjm07CNkhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hiy1s9qPhZ0/S220/IMG_6033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
