Imadopted

As a child I used to think that aliens were in my bedroom. I couldn't sleep all night long because these damn aliens were under my bed trying to steal my dreams and thoughts. I would lay in my bed all night long with the covers over my head waiting for the bastards to come try to take my dreams. They would always give me these tingling sensations all over my body and I couldn't move out of my bed, and that just annoyed me. Why didn't they just anal probe me like regular aliens. No, they had to be different and think outside the box. Anyways, after all the tingling went away I leaped out of my bed and turned on the light and nobody was in my room. I would search all over my puke pink room looking for the bastards but nobody was there. I opened up the closet and nobody was there, and I looked under my bed and nobody was there. It's a good thing I had Pooh Bear. He was my protector of the anal probers. Pooh always made sure I wasn't going to get anal probed or worse...have my dreams stolen from me. Anyways, as the years progressed, the damn aliens would attack me in my dreams too. They sat there in my head before I went to bed (just to annoy me) and then after I fell asleep they messed with my dreams too. I always held on tight to Pooh because then I wouldn't get anal probed, but the bastards still had to $uck with my dreams. Then, as I got older (in high school) the aliens turned into government scientists sitting in my God Damn freakin head. And you guessed it, they kept stealing my freakin dreams. I was disappointed to find out that I wasn't going to get anal probed, but annoyed that they sat there in my head asking why I was the way I was. The bastards! They were often gramatically incorrect, and not hooked on phonics while they sat in my head and that just annoyed me because they messed with my english and my english homework. That's probably why I got such bad grades in english class. Thanks, government scientists!!!!! I probably could have gotten into Harvard back then if it weren't for you losers. However, now as an adult and all grown up, I realize that the aliens never existed and the government scientists never existed, but I did. It was just me sitting inside my head trying to anal probe myself and mess with my own dreams and now, nobody can get me. However, I don't have pooh anymore, so I'm stil wary about the anal probing thing. There are so many things from my childhood that just make sense to me now as an adult survivor of adoption. I'm now happy that I killed all of those pollywogs as a child. You remember government scientists...right! Remember the pollywogs that I kept out in the sun all day until they died belly up. I never regret a day of leaving those things out in the sun to die. There were too many pollywogs in the world and the world is not big enough for the both of us. Die pollywogs...Die!!!! However, I did enjoy the caterpillars, butterflies, and Japanese beetles. Thanks a lot for the Japanese beetles you buttwipes. They kept hitting me in the head. I would also like to thank you for the prickers in the grass that I kept stepping on every freakin summer and the African bees never made it our way now did they?! Remember the bird that crashed into our garage door window and broke it's neck? Do you remember me staring into it's eyes before it died? I wonder where that bird went...Don't you? It's a good thing that I'm not paranoid and that things turned out for the best. I'm just an adoptee who is looking for her Pooh Bear that somebody stole...oh yeah...and I'm also crazy.

Hello, my blog is here for anybody who is adopted and wants to let off some steam. If your angry at your white parents or at korean people for not accepting you, let it out he. I'm grumpy. I currently quit a job at a hagwan that is trying not to pay me the money that they owe me. They owe me two and a half months of wages plus overtime that was agreed in our contract and verbal agreement and they don't want to pay. The korean teachers all have been paid on time except for once and so have the white foreign teachers. This all comes down to me being adopted and them trying to screw over the adoptee because we are not as good as the koreans or whites. This is why white people still have to adopt us today. Because Korean people cannot be honest and pay adoptees their wages they cannot be trusted by the American government who already hate them. Thanks to my Bosses Ron and Stella at BCM in Incheon whites will still have to adopt us and the american government will be looking at korea with a fine tooth comb for the rest of our god damn lives. Just say thank you to Ron and Stella at BCM in Incheon if you see them on the street and say hello to their daughter Josilyn and thank her for having the american government take more of our babies away from us. This proves to the International world that Koreans still cannot be trusted and cannot take care of their own people. Just keep cloning you morons...the world wants more people like Ron and Stella in it so we can continue this hell for eternity. THANK YOU RON, STELLA, JOSILYN, AND MINBYUNCHIL FOREVER.