The Story of J

So J is our new roommate, and I brought her on the scene without asking the other two roommates. I think it will work out regardless.
You see, J was in a poor position. She was closeted with her friends, and even though she's a beauty, she was deemed no longer useful to the general public. J was destined for a life on the streets, but I changed all that.
Facing extreme discrimination due to her amputee status (missing her left arm), J was told she was no longer welcome back home. So, despite my own intense embarrassment and physical injury (I cut the back of my heel open on the door), I took J home, and here she is. I have even had to loan her some of my clothes. Poor thing.
With some TLC, J will once again be a productive member of society--even if she turns out to be a homebody. She will have a purpose, and that purpose will be more honorable and way more earth-friendly than where, sadly, a few of her friends are going to end up.
To see a photo of J, click here.

P.S. Hudson is fascinated with J, he digs her. I think the feeling is mutual, but it's hard to tell.