Our college roomie Jennni (with three n's, mind you) always had quite the sense of nonsensical loveliness about her. Maybe that's why we were sharing paper cups of boxed wine on the balcony a day after meeting. Kismet, we tell you, kismet.
Our girl Jennni (smiling girl on left) has a history of doctoring photos. One day we came home to our lovely roach-infested college abode to find a 5-foot poster of Crossroads with our head on one of the character's bodies (the black preppy chick). Torrance was the preggers white trash friend, and Jennni was the always classy Brit herself.
Oh, the days of drunken grilled cheese, ding dong cake towers and Jennni's mom yelling at boys who peed onto our balcony.
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