i could tell you all about me, but, technically, i'm not even aloud to have a pen name. soo...
i will tell you this though: if you really wanted to kidnap me...the best way would be when i walk...cause i love walking and am always walking...and if you already know thiis...and are stalking me...then i've probably already made fun of you sometime with my friends when i was walking. your not one of the mexican wierdos are you?

so, i want a motorcyle and a kitten. always fun. and now, i'm babysitting a hamster. yepee. not.

and don't go to a bueaty school...my hair is so damn fucked up it's unbelievable...when people say it's nice...you'll have to learn to grit your teeth and go yea! just wonderful! enough of my pathetic life, though.

now you could read my story but you probably have better things to do...so i'll just write another story. but, in case you do feel the sudden urge to read my fantastic story, know this: the first chapters are really, really slow...the first chapters being the only one's i've written so far. sorry bout that.

so, toodles. i'm going for a walk. and just maybe the society of kidnappers will come with the three mexican freaks in the lead and try to kidnap me...but with extra adrenaline, i might just overtake them...and go down in history forever as the girl who took on 3 buff jocks, that were extremely hot...but that doesn't make up for their lack of common sense. you just don't stare at people just because they have enough determination to walk in the rain and tornadoe warnings. duh.