BASICS

Height:	159 cm - 163 cm (5'3" - 5'4")
Weight:	65 Kg - 68 Kg (141 lbs - 150 lbs)
Birthday:	March 30, 1989
Dating:	Married
Living Situation:	Living with kid(s)
Location:	Canada
Join Date:	07:45pm \| Jun 30, '04
Profile Updated:	06:17pm \| Jun 21, '07
Last Active:	05:02pm \| Jan 09, '08

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ME IN A JAR!

MY BABY BOY!! ATTICUS LEE........ YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.....THERE IS NOTHING IN THIS WORLD I WOULDNT GIVE YOU!!! OR DO FOR YOU!!! born april 10 2006...I LOVE YOU BABY BONES... MY ANGEL...

4 days before he was born!!

ISNT HE BEAUTIFUL!

SO DAMN CUTE!

SKETTI.. ANYONE?

HEHE... HES DRIVING! ALREADY!!

COOL DUDE!

SKRINCHIES!

1 BIRTHDAY....ALREADY!

WEDDING POST PONED!!

My name is Kyah-Lee Christine lol

i got copper eyes...

and i like to sing lots..

i got my tongue and my nose peirced and my ears done 11 times.. and i have my lip done

(im a sucker for pain so i did my nose and my ears all myself)

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i finally got my tattoo...it's a lil lady bug the size of a looney..feel free to ask bout it!!.. not to mention my other one... :p[/u][/color]

for Kori!
once there was a magical elf who lived in a rainbow tree
he lived downstairs from a flautlent dwarf who was constanly having to pee
one day the elf could take no more
he went and banged on the rude dwarfs door
and what do you know they suddenly both where married![/center]

[I] Want:] forbidden passion
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[I] Laugh:] when somethjng is funny[/color]
[I] Fear:] anything happening to atticus...[/color]
[I] Miss:] innocents[/color]
[I] Care:] for my babies[/color]
[I] Have:] great and bad days[/color]
[I] Dance:] horribly[/color]
[I] Always] love my boy.. unconditionally[/color]
[I] Know:] alot of useless things.. ask my hubby [/color]
[I] Crave:] good stuff[/color]
[I] Regret:] not being able to love more[/color]
[I] Need:] my boys![/color]
[I] Am Always:] here for those in need...[/color]
[I] Feel:] fellings, moods, emotions, would u like me to go on?[/color]
[I] Believe:] in Atticus, forever and always[/color]
[I] Talk:] scince i was 5 months old... havent stopped scince... dont plan on it either[/color]
[I] Cry:] when the need arises and the timing is appropriet[/color]
[I] Obsess:] about Atticus, poor little guy.. dont want him to grow up wrong.[/color]
[I] Take:] advantage[/color]
[I] Like:] about my big and little Skwishees[/color]
[I] Hate:]having to hurt some one to save them[/color]
[I] Wish:]for my baby to have a long happy healthy life[/color]
[I] Make:]supper.. when i feel like it [/color]
[I] Think:] sometimes..if i did all the time i think my head may explode[/color]
[I] Am:] a mommy[/color]
[I] Hurt:] inside...[/color]
[I] Love:] ATTIUCUS[/color]
[I] am Afraid:] of bad people...[/center][/color][/b]

i feel an important need to mention my siblings...
seeing i am in the game for many...
i have two older brothers.. Seth and Cody...
Seth is the responsible older type.. and an all around good guy!
Cody is deaf.. and we have had our troubbles but he has really grown.. alot..
i also have two younger sisters... Kori-Layne and Katyn
if you call Kori Kori-Layne... she may kill you.... and she and Katyn are twins
they are pretty cool in thier own ways... they are the most different
humans you will ever meet. Katyn is a country music loving shy goergouse girl..
Kori is a punk wannabe little weiner... but Kori is pretty cute and an awesome help...
to me and any one she can be of assitance too...
my mom and dad are split....
my mom is dating a guy thats only three years my senior and i guess hes okay....
my dad has the awesomest car in the world! silver chrystler 300,.... its sooo sweet!..
he also has the cutest puppy ever in the history of time! a little pug named bubbles....
but as disfunctional as we all may be.. i love them...
for reasons that i do not know... but thats okay... they love me back!...
or so i like to think to myself....

................................but ya..thats me in a jar.....

LOVES!!

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ATTICUS.... my beatiful!

hehe... an epidural... if your having a baby get one!!
nothing beats a five inch needle in your spine!

i love food....all kinds of it...

hanging out with friends.....

chillaxing with my family...sumtimes....rarely....

pink...pickles.....lol.....

Adam my punkin... and our little one!

good music and great fun...

hey man lifes great fun dont waste it

MANA-LEE-BUM!!! "hey r u looking at me i am looking at u i like u!!"???

hey tracky.. when are we hanging out next!

hey Kayla... hotty! lets all get drunk in your basement AGAIN!!

Valarie!!! maid-of houner.... good friend... thanks for not backing out on me babe!

Myles... thanks for everything budy! i cant wait to go to GRAD 07

Nathan, cuz... thanks for being my bridesman..lol.. no matter how weird it sounds..lol

Tracy Chapman lover!

3000 miles away

Good girls walk fast
In groups of three
Fast girls walk slow
On side streets
Sometimes the girls who walk alone
Aren�t found for days or weeks
On the busy boulevards
Bad boys call you names
And cruise you hard
Bullies laugh and grin and beat
Your soft skin against
The cold concrete
I�m 3000 miles away
Knock you down
Make you bleed
Make you cry
And make you think
I�ll die here soon if I don�t leave
If I don�t leave if I don�t leave
This patch of sky and native ground
Take turns to push and pull you down
Forget trying to live and be happy
I�ll take safe and terror free
I�m 3000 miles away
Hit the floor
Shut off the lights
As the bullets fly
Terror rules the dark night
Dogs hang from the trees
This training ground for punks and thieves
Home of poor white retirees
Who didn�t bail
And couldn�t sell
When color made the grass less green
I�m 3000 miles away
Apples are filled with razor blades
But fools and innocents believe
That love and faith and truth and beauty
Can make a garden of this human factory
I�m 3000 miles away
Bad girls run fast
Leave home alone
No trace or clue of where they�ve gone
Sometimes these girls are never found
Never found never found
I�m 3000 miles away

BEHIND THE WALL

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police
Always come late hey
If they come at all

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police
Always come late hey
If they come at all

And when they arrive
They say they can't interfere
With domestic affairs
Between a man and his wife
And as they walk out the door
The tears well up in her eyes

Last night I heard the screaming
Then a silence that chilled my soul
Prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw the ambulance in the road

And the policeman said
"I'm here to keep the peace
Will the crowd disperse
I think we all could use some sleep"

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police
Always come late hey
If they come at all

FAST CAR

You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living
You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

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STUPID THINGS...

boxed maccoroni.....

So many colors in the homo rainbow, every shade from black to yellow
(this isnt really a dislike) it just looks cool

i hate misqutoes they made sum one i noe go deaf...

and i hate being a week over due with a certain little boy!! im soo happi hes out!!

when you try to explain a personal choice,
and no matter how hard you try you are still a bad person in their eyes...
and you were only trying to save them from themself.

(I like what this stands for....I dont like homophobes...)
Homophobia is WRONG people
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 one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

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 man who died when the paramedics 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 didn�t 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 boy who killed himself after his boyfriend died in an attack.

I am the boy who faked sick because I was afraid to see what was written on my locker today.

I am the boy who helped visciously attack his gay friend, because he didn't want his other friends to know that he had been seeing him.

I am the boy who's afraid to look another boy in the eyes, because of what he might think

I am the boy who gave up on life because I never really knew what it was like to have one.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the boy who grew up being picked last in gym class; who taught himself to shave; who had to create his own ideals and expectations for himself, because his dad wasn't there.

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