#jesse tan

[jaradraws]

[stumbles in on release date] hey guys check out my dadsona

shirt design from here !

[peridoodletea]

Reported cat screeching noises actually local sci-fi nerd’s attempts to sing, police say. 

@jara257

[jara257]

the margarita zone is waking up to a gorgeous man inches from your face

[jara257]

additional fax abt my dadsona: 

blames the government for his slow growing facial hair (ironic or not, unknown)

webdesigner by day, sci-fi writer by night

frequently makes faces in the mirror when he thinks no one is looking

life goal: getting abducted by aliens

absolutely loves babies

keeps repeating the same mosquito joke to amanda

sews up his own clothes and refuses to buy new ones

has many bug spray cans around his house, current amount sitting at: 13 cans

doesn’t know where any of them are

help him

[alexander-carraway-blog]

@jessetan

Alexander hadn't a long list of friend. He had a lot of acquaintances because his work required it. All the contacts in his phone were important people and if somebody could see them, they would want few numbers. But in the end, he didn't have closest friends who he could talk the weekend, less since he moved to New Orleans. He had few people he remembered from his childhood but he was not sure where they were and he couldn't contact them. And his friends from Boston and New York were there, in the cities. He liked his new life, but he had to admit was a lonely life, at least more lonely than he would like.

The surprise was see one old friend in the list of assistants to the charity event. Alexander had access to that kind of information being a journalist. Jesse Tan was one of the persons who helped to him to grow in New York. And they shared the passion for the football, Alexander as a fan, Jesse as a player. He sent a message to his friend, waiting they could see in the bar. Karaoke was not something appealing for Alexander, but he couldn't avoid the feeling he had to celebrate they found each other again.