It looks like someone smoked a little of the good shit while going through her old Hallmark cards, because the big-tittied frog got all profound and shit in a message she posted on her biggest fansite. I think she might have sprained her one working brain cell while writing this:
Why do we let the sun SET with its beauty, then find ourselves ugly.
Didn’t God, whoever he may be to you, create both? If a sunset is beautiful, then so are we.
Love yourself morning, noon, and night. Sunrise. Sunset.
Um. But sunsets don’t forget the words to their songs. Sunsets don’t have pervy dads who jizz their pants when they comb your hair. And sunsets definitely don’t wear diaper jeans.
Aw. I shouldn’t get on Jessica. She was doing that thinking thing she tries every now and again. It’s endearing! Jessica really is the Stuart Smalley of the chili cook-off world.