Jess Woods is one of my dearest and most disasterous friends.
She leaves a trail of destruction wherever she has been, often recognisable by giant-heeled shoes, glitter, fag ash, items of clothing (not neccessarily over-garments) or important items like her phone, or bank cards. Her highly professional conduct, which she largely models on that of Charlie Sheen, will most likely take her far in her chosen field: Medicine.
In spite of her general awfulness, Jess has a big disorganised spot in my heart and tonight we are going out in Plymouth to celebrate her birthday. She takes her birthdays very seriously and insists on going in fancy dress. Tonight she will be dressed as a 'unicorn princess'.
I am excited.
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