RAWER!
- Name:
- Kellie
- Age:
- 30
- Gender:
- Female
- Location:
- The part of NYC with a dump
Contact
- PM:
- Send a private message
- Friends:
- Add to friends
- MSN:
- kgainey11@msn.com
- AIM:
- punkrebel806
- MySpace:
- www.myspace.com/xokellieanne93
About
i am "overly hyperactive", as teachers, doctors, counselors and random people say, but i am really kellie. YAY!
i love my chemical romance. they are my heros! then comes green day, more heros. united, they are THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!!! say YAY!
i love musica (no duh!) and i have kitties i like to play airplanes with, but they dont like it very much.
i love my socks and named them. since there was too many to name, i named them all elvis. i also named my favorite chocolate twinkie elvis, but i ate him. tear tear.
i love my ipod. it is my baybee.
so is my guitar who is not named elvis. i named him apollo. WHEE!! we were learning about MYTHOLOGY in school. whatever.but i no longer liked the name, so i thought about naming him elvis. i decided it would be weird, so i named him mitch i name i have fallen in love with.
i am a "myspace whore" believe it or not! i am also a "camera whore"!
i write poetry, it is mostly emo. i write stories, they are mostly frightening, funny or both. i am manic depressive, i think. but keep shh-shh about it or i wont be ur friend!
i love friends!
i love you too!
and frank!
and billie!
and gerard!
u get the picture.
i have a family, but they are dicks.
i have friends who have dicks. they are not my besterful biddies, no offense
my besterful buddies do not have dicks. they are summerful and el valentina. we started a band called +No Cause+ (the pluses are supposed to be crosses)
i love cookies! me and the besterful buddies get cookies from teachers.we take more that were supposed to. SHH! ok?
i also love skittles and pixie sticks, espically mixed. I even made a smoothie like sugar- high drink with then and 2 more ingrediants i will never reveal MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
i got voted teachers pet. that is weird. i make fun of teachers and pray they die. except for the cookie givers. and the candy corn hater. YAY!
i am morbid. blood and gore is cool. deal with it!
i am mean nice and weird. YAY! oh and random!
i love socks and dinosaurs.
el valentina has cool socks that look kind like gloves, there are different toe slots. u know like normal socks are mittens, her socks are gloves?
i want her socks.
THE END!!
READ THIS...
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday. I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson" ---IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS
i love my chemical romance. they are my heros! then comes green day, more heros. united, they are THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!!! say YAY!
i love musica (no duh!) and i have kitties i like to play airplanes with, but they dont like it very much.
i love my socks and named them. since there was too many to name, i named them all elvis. i also named my favorite chocolate twinkie elvis, but i ate him. tear tear.
i love my ipod. it is my baybee.
so is my guitar who is not named elvis. i named him apollo. WHEE!! we were learning about MYTHOLOGY in school. whatever.but i no longer liked the name, so i thought about naming him elvis. i decided it would be weird, so i named him mitch i name i have fallen in love with.
i am a "myspace whore" believe it or not! i am also a "camera whore"!
i write poetry, it is mostly emo. i write stories, they are mostly frightening, funny or both. i am manic depressive, i think. but keep shh-shh about it or i wont be ur friend!
i love friends!
i love you too!
and frank!
and billie!
and gerard!
u get the picture.
i have a family, but they are dicks.
i have friends who have dicks. they are not my besterful biddies, no offense
my besterful buddies do not have dicks. they are summerful and el valentina. we started a band called +No Cause+ (the pluses are supposed to be crosses)
i love cookies! me and the besterful buddies get cookies from teachers.we take more that were supposed to. SHH! ok?
i also love skittles and pixie sticks, espically mixed. I even made a smoothie like sugar- high drink with then and 2 more ingrediants i will never reveal MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
i got voted teachers pet. that is weird. i make fun of teachers and pray they die. except for the cookie givers. and the candy corn hater. YAY!
i am morbid. blood and gore is cool. deal with it!
i am mean nice and weird. YAY! oh and random!
i love socks and dinosaurs.
el valentina has cool socks that look kind like gloves, there are different toe slots. u know like normal socks are mittens, her socks are gloves?
i want her socks.
THE END!!
READ THIS...
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday. I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson" ---IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS
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