sorry. i was born a poor black child and i really cant help myself. years of poverish shortcomings and living off of CalWORKS have spoiled my fragile embodyment you may refer to as your "cranium". unfortunately, my poisoned brainal cavity impulses me to make fun of others' and say off-the-wall stuff to make myself feel better about being half asian and half polish. i'm sorry i drive a Ford Escort (i named her 'Scort, cute huh?) that only has 2 wheels and sits in my front lawn next to my Daewoo car and matching tv. jesus, just because my lawn is piss yellow instead of green doesn't make all of you better than me. why can't you just be nice to me and take me in as one of your own, such as a wounded bird fallen from the puffy white sky who looks to you for comfort, warmth, and care. why? why can't you just make me feel like a special person for just a few minutes out of your day instead of ridiculing me all the time and calling me racial slurs such as "Poopface" and "OhmygoditsTHATsmall?". its bullshit. complete and utter bullshit.

kelliea, ever since the first time i read your name about 20.24 seconds ago, i've fantisized about our first meeting. about how it would be like, the three of us, laughing and carrying on about such things as the weather, today's cutest boy, and abortion. such wonderous thoughts fill my head, such beautiful, fragile electronic pulses run through my brain at such incredible speeds.

Kelliea, i've written you a song. i really hope you enjoy it, i really do. its such a beautiful song, for such a beautiful name. even the voices in my head agree (well, i don't really know that. they're all mexican, so i don't really understand exactly what they're saying. i just wish one of those hispandex would get a goddamn job). i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i had writing it. *tears of joy*

Verse One
So sweet, so beautiful.
And everyday like a queen on her throne.
Don't nobody knows how she feels,
Aicha, lady, one day it'll be real.

Verse Two
She moves, she moves like a breeze,
I swear I can't get her out of my dreams.
To have her shining right here by my side,
I'd sacrifice all the tears in my eye, oooh wooo wooo

Chorus
Aicha! Aicha! Passing me by (there she go again),
Aicha! Aicha! My my my (woooo)
Aicha! Aicha! Smile for me now (I don't know, I don't know)
Aicha! In my life.

**replace aicha with kelliea...aicha is a metaphore for how i feel at this time**

thank you, and God bless. you've really turned my life around. i hope to fill everyone's day with joy and spread the word of God to all as his sunshine shines through their hearts and hopefully they, too, will awake from a drunken dream choking on their own slobber, piss, and alcohol through God's message and become as enriched as i feel right now. thank you, thank the lord, thank you.

quote/you
"you are a piece of shit you asshole."

quote/you
"grow up."

to quote the genious of our time, "if i was a peice of shit, i'd throw part of myself at you. perhaps a toe, perhaps not."