This is called F-a-n F-i-c-t-i-o-n. Get out a dictionary if it's confusing.

I do not know Clay Aiken. I have never met him. I have never called him. I have never tried to make sweet, monkey love to him. I have never broken into his house and stolen boxers. I have never written him letters, sent him gifts, or thrown bras on stage. If he says any of this happened, it wasn't me, I swear!

I do not hate Kimberley Locke. I never did. It's called "pretend".

I do not want to demolish Kelly. I absolutely adore her!! End of discussion.

And one one final note, if you have no sense if you humor, you shouldn't read this. Don't bother writing to me to tell me about stupid I am and how I will never marry Clay. I stopped acknowleding hatemail when I stopped wearing pampers. This site is for laughs. Like it or lump it.