maybe, just mayyyyybe
over the past couple of weeks, i've developed a school boy crush on one of the new "it" girls of the moment. i just wanted to write a little something to show why i would be a fit boyfriend for this beautiful, blossoming young fantasy.
to the darling belle known as Ashlee Simpson, i do hope that you find this letter.....to be suitable for your liking.
well, i guess i must start off by saying that i've been officially yours since...somewhere around April of this year. i was flipping through a magazine, and came across an articale about your sister. she's a bit of a doll herself, but i instantly noticed you standing along side of her. i thought to myself, "who might this young starlight be?" low and behold, it was you....
i was taken aback immediatly. you're skin glowed at me, or it might have possibly been the reflection of light from the lamp...but regardless, it still glowed. you're smile made my day, just a smidge brighter, and the thought of you and i together, maybe not forever, but at least for a couple of days...ran through my mind like a blazing hot fire. (you know, one of those ones you cant put out with normal fire fighters, and helicopters have to come and dump gallons upon gallons of water on, and somehow it still just keeps going, yea, one of those.)
i wanted to give you a little look into how compatible you and i are for each other.
you were born, exactly 820 days after i was. i know, i know...what does that have to do with anything? nothing, really....unless 820 happened to be my favorite number. unfortunately it's not, it's 24. but think of the possibilities. it could have been any number, but it ended up being an even number. not only divisible by 2, but also, 5. now, 820 divided by 5(and by the way, July 5, 1982 is my birthday, thats where i brought in that cute little number) is 164. now, take the 6 from 164 multiplied, by the 4 from the same number, and you get....du du du.....24, times the 1 = 24. yea baby, were back to where we started, my fav. number.
next, i see at age 11 you were the youngest person ever allowed into the prestigous School of American Ballet. nothing but respect to you for that, but i also want you to know, that i too, while at the age of 11, was the youngest person in my class. that means while everyone else was 12, i was still fighting that horrible year of being 11. can you imagine the torment and anger i must have felt? it was almost to much to take, my small, frail little body couldnt stand for it, but i fought it off...and surpassed the anguish and am now able to sit here and write this love/lust/pathetic letter to you.
furthermor, (and notice the articulate use of proper english throughout) you made appearances on some of my favorite shows. The Donny and Marie Show, Tonight Show with Jay Leno, THE VIEW. oh how i ache for all of those 5 women as well, but not as much as you. and, last but not least, Saved by the Bell. can i say Zach Morris? you bet i can. now i cant be for sure which season you were on, but i pretty much lived my life through that show. i felt the heartbreak that Zack felt for Kelly, and all those times Slater got hurt right before the big game...oh, and poor screech, i couldnt bear the misery that Lisa put him through. that show brought me hope, and the fact that you were on there, means that......in some weird, awkward, not really in any way at all.....you too bring me hope, for a brighter tomorrow.
and finally, my last ditch in hopes of winning you, and your trust....the kicker...i.....play guitar. now, i cant sing like your summer fling you have now. i only say summer because, well...by fall you should have found this letter, and the key to my heart i also left enclosed. in all honesty, is this Ryan character that good? yea yea, he seems all dolled up on television, but i bet in person, he's just another piece picasso through together. i mean, i dont have all the looks, but...i can throw on some make up, you know, cover up the blemishes and what not. but once again, i do play guitar. my voice is not the best, but...i have been told i have pretty eyes, and i think that that makes up for the lack of vocal chords. on a lighter note, i have shaggy hair that too is brown, somewhat like yours. now i know you're a natural blonde, but i dont fear that, i greet that with open arms...maybe the curtains match the drapes....if you know what i mean?! you're right, i probably shouldnt have written that, but i did....i like to say stuff spontaneously. yea, it gets me in trouble, but i back it up...with the guns i keep under my sleeves. my arms silly.
in closing....i think i'm a pretty likable guy. i wake up a roll out of bed just like you. i do my hair, just like you. i wear womens jeans, probably like you. i even wear Love Spell from Victoria's Secret, hopefully...like you. if it's not your fav., then i wear Fierce from Abercrombie. my sense of humor may even shock you. anything you say, i'll laugh, even if you're trying to be serious, i'll still laugh. i'm just ready to make the effort, if you are. if you arent, i understand. just give me a call, drop me an e-mail, maybe even comment on this very journal entry, i wouldnt mind, in the least.
as you've noticed, the facts speak for themselves, and girl....i like the way you make me feel....and you're completely gorgeous.
on a very random side note, i think my friend Christiana(if you are reading this, you look just like her) looks identical to her. oddly enough....so if i start to say things like this to you, dont get weirded out...=)
to the darling belle known as Ashlee Simpson, i do hope that you find this letter.....to be suitable for your liking.
well, i guess i must start off by saying that i've been officially yours since...somewhere around April of this year. i was flipping through a magazine, and came across an articale about your sister. she's a bit of a doll herself, but i instantly noticed you standing along side of her. i thought to myself, "who might this young starlight be?" low and behold, it was you....
i was taken aback immediatly. you're skin glowed at me, or it might have possibly been the reflection of light from the lamp...but regardless, it still glowed. you're smile made my day, just a smidge brighter, and the thought of you and i together, maybe not forever, but at least for a couple of days...ran through my mind like a blazing hot fire. (you know, one of those ones you cant put out with normal fire fighters, and helicopters have to come and dump gallons upon gallons of water on, and somehow it still just keeps going, yea, one of those.)
i wanted to give you a little look into how compatible you and i are for each other.
you were born, exactly 820 days after i was. i know, i know...what does that have to do with anything? nothing, really....unless 820 happened to be my favorite number. unfortunately it's not, it's 24. but think of the possibilities. it could have been any number, but it ended up being an even number. not only divisible by 2, but also, 5. now, 820 divided by 5(and by the way, July 5, 1982 is my birthday, thats where i brought in that cute little number) is 164. now, take the 6 from 164 multiplied, by the 4 from the same number, and you get....du du du.....24, times the 1 = 24. yea baby, were back to where we started, my fav. number.
next, i see at age 11 you were the youngest person ever allowed into the prestigous School of American Ballet. nothing but respect to you for that, but i also want you to know, that i too, while at the age of 11, was the youngest person in my class. that means while everyone else was 12, i was still fighting that horrible year of being 11. can you imagine the torment and anger i must have felt? it was almost to much to take, my small, frail little body couldnt stand for it, but i fought it off...and surpassed the anguish and am now able to sit here and write this love/lust/pathetic letter to you.
furthermor, (and notice the articulate use of proper english throughout) you made appearances on some of my favorite shows. The Donny and Marie Show, Tonight Show with Jay Leno, THE VIEW. oh how i ache for all of those 5 women as well, but not as much as you. and, last but not least, Saved by the Bell. can i say Zach Morris? you bet i can. now i cant be for sure which season you were on, but i pretty much lived my life through that show. i felt the heartbreak that Zack felt for Kelly, and all those times Slater got hurt right before the big game...oh, and poor screech, i couldnt bear the misery that Lisa put him through. that show brought me hope, and the fact that you were on there, means that......in some weird, awkward, not really in any way at all.....you too bring me hope, for a brighter tomorrow.
and finally, my last ditch in hopes of winning you, and your trust....the kicker...i.....play guitar. now, i cant sing like your summer fling you have now. i only say summer because, well...by fall you should have found this letter, and the key to my heart i also left enclosed. in all honesty, is this Ryan character that good? yea yea, he seems all dolled up on television, but i bet in person, he's just another piece picasso through together. i mean, i dont have all the looks, but...i can throw on some make up, you know, cover up the blemishes and what not. but once again, i do play guitar. my voice is not the best, but...i have been told i have pretty eyes, and i think that that makes up for the lack of vocal chords. on a lighter note, i have shaggy hair that too is brown, somewhat like yours. now i know you're a natural blonde, but i dont fear that, i greet that with open arms...maybe the curtains match the drapes....if you know what i mean?! you're right, i probably shouldnt have written that, but i did....i like to say stuff spontaneously. yea, it gets me in trouble, but i back it up...with the guns i keep under my sleeves. my arms silly.
in closing....i think i'm a pretty likable guy. i wake up a roll out of bed just like you. i do my hair, just like you. i wear womens jeans, probably like you. i even wear Love Spell from Victoria's Secret, hopefully...like you. if it's not your fav., then i wear Fierce from Abercrombie. my sense of humor may even shock you. anything you say, i'll laugh, even if you're trying to be serious, i'll still laugh. i'm just ready to make the effort, if you are. if you arent, i understand. just give me a call, drop me an e-mail, maybe even comment on this very journal entry, i wouldnt mind, in the least.
as you've noticed, the facts speak for themselves, and girl....i like the way you make me feel....and you're completely gorgeous.
on a very random side note, i think my friend Christiana(if you are reading this, you look just like her) looks identical to her. oddly enough....so if i start to say things like this to you, dont get weirded out...=)