Letter Number Thirty-Three.

Dear Google,

If you would kindly remove the following links from my name search results, I would love you forever and possibly show you my breasts:

1. Photo of Jamie and I as the Dick in a Box guys in that article stating the Gender Bend is all about cock socks and humping.
2. Looking like a drunk in the "Beer Lovers" club on CouchSurfing.com.
3. That time Jamie quoted me saying “That really bugs me” about a partial-birth abortion debate by the Supreme Court alone (for the record, I had literally been awake all of two minutes when that happened).
4. This blag, amazingly fantastic though it may be (it's meant for word-of-pin, dangit!).

I mean, I was never going to run for president, but somewhere and someday I might want a more professional job. Of course, that boss is eventually going to realize I'm a penis-in-a-box totin', classy beer lovin', completely incoherent peenie-wenis. I just want him/her/them/undecided to find out the fun and exciting way!

And then they can have a blog pin. Yeesh.

Love,
Kymba