This was a letter i started out writing to someone, but ended up writing as a general letter to one and all... (it's walking close to insanity)

So here's my letter. And it's for you. Happy? I hope so... la la la laaaaa... uh... ok... so what is there to say? Uh... Well first let me tell you a little bit about me. I am a natural blonde, that is to say, my hair color is blonde when in its natural state (though I am not the most clever of females... ahem) but my hair presently is a rather deep shade of red, which i rather fancy mind you (the nice way of saying: Don't you DARE say anything aginst my choice of hair color :P), I am 5 ft 10, my shoe size is... well... i wont tell you... you might get frightened; otherwise, i am blissfully unaware of the rest of my body's measurements, and I intend to keep it that way... seeing as what you don't know can't hurt you :D. I am, in a some people's words, spunky, in other's words, spastic (crazy, insane, moronic, stupid, foolish, beyond the point of no return, etc. Take your pick!) I tend to fancy the latter description; I have piercing blue eyes that can turn you to ice if you look into them, except when I'm horny they can turn you into lava (aaaaahahahaa im so dorky!! AAAAAAHHH me... what to do, such is life :P). I have freckles, which I like, and if you dont like it then well... TOUGH! I am fully Scandinavian, and I am finally starting to get people to realize that, instead of asking me whether I'm Italian, Irish, or Micronesian. (The fault lies fully with my frizzy hair, who's origin i can never quite figure out... WHY WHY WHY???? Thank god for straighteners) I enjoy doing stupid things like singing in an opratic voice (and not in a good way mind you) and making silly wallpapers about Penguins, lemons and peek-a-boo in Paint Shop for my and other people's computers. I very much enjoy shocking people (I believe it is my one joy in life), and if i've ever shocked you then please tell me in detail. You will make my day. I like guy humor (not gay humor, btw, I said GUY), have a perverted mind, and dispise girlie talk about "how my toes are longer than yours" and the density of eyelashes. I am moody, that is to say, I regularly have mood swings. I cannot be occupied with one activity for too long, unless it is reading a very good book or, ahem, other things. My dress style has absolutely no basis, I dress in practiclly every style on the planet, when the mood strikes (like i said, I'm moody); Girls are hot, but guys are hotter. But girls are still hot, and Jesus loves you. Now I could go on forever and ever and never see the end of this letter, but soon enough you will grow weak and weary from all your laughing (you are laughing, right? If not then please go right back to the begining and re-read it all over while laughing your lungs out - it will make me feel better) and you will grow bored, and my precious words will be wasted. So once you have rested and re-filled your laughing tank I will write you yet again, and maybe even send you a desktop picture of penguins, lemons, and PEEK-A-BOO!!
Cool no?
SmelliestMelly signing out.