This is word-for-word the email that I received from my "Contact Us" page on my website:
"a hello kitty cake or a peace sign cake"
Nothing more, nothing less.
WTF!!!!! 
CC'er who comes up the with best story to go with this email gets bonus points (i'm not sure what the points are used for, but you'll get 'em)
Introducing the latest in Rorschach Inkblot Testing
( just in case someone doesn't know what they are http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rorschach_inkblot_test )
If you see Hello, Kitty, you are a conservative female girly-girl. If you see a peace sign, you're a pot-smoking left wing radical male.
That is all.
Theresa 
hello, my name is moonsparkle (tho' on my birth certificate it says Emma T. Space)
I was born in a commune in the hills of Sangria under the sign of Gemini.
My dad was a draft dodger who made a living selling tie-dyed silk-screened t-shirts to the tourists who came to our commune to purchase the mary jane plants we had for sale.
My mom raised Naneki Neko cats to sell as good luck charms. She like to dress them up too. Here's a photo of one: http://neatorama.cachefly.net/images/uploads/2007/07/sadkitty.jpg . When I was little she used to dress me so the cats and I matched. I still have a thing for pink hair bows.
Mom and I left the commune after dad sold a shirt that had some kind of seeds in the pocket to a really nasty guy who said dad was going to be put away for a long time. At least they didn't say they were going to put him down like we had to do to my dog are the cats attacked him.
Haight Asbury was a great place to move to. Mom soon opened up cat shop where everything was all about cats, called "Hello, Big ...." The locals kept referring to my mom as the woman who managed the cat house. She sure had a lot of friends both male and female.
It was right next door to a tattoo parlor. The guy who owned even gave me my first tattoo for free. It was a BIG peace sign right there in the middle of my tummy. Tho' getting the belly button colored in did hurt a bit.
On the other side was a plumbing shop. Everyone was always going in to buy water pipes. Boy they must have had real problems with the pipes at home.
I guess I should have been more careful when the tattoo guy said he wanted to give me a special tattoo that wouldn't hurt a bit. My daughter, Kitty, was a real surprise. I had to quit school to take care of her.
Mom made me find a job. Since dad had taught me how to do tie-dye and silk-screening, I went to work for a local t-shirt shop. Good thing too, as I got to use all the misprints to make clothes for me and Kitty.
I"m about to turn 60 and now that dad is back in my life and mom's doing ok too, tho' she doesn't have as many friends as before, and Kitty has gotten an MBA from Stanford, I'd really like to have a cake that would be not just for me but for my whole family.
I just can't decide what to get tho'
Should I get one for mom and my daughter or one for my dad.
So I guess I want either....
a hello kitty cake or a peace sign cake.
Nice, Doug! 
I can't even begin to compete with that story!
Ok Doug, I couldn't resist :
Mr. Madison, what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.
(its from Billy Madison, of course)
hi...
its moonsparkle again....
I just found a picture of mom and thought might like to see it.
http://www.kittyhell.com/2007/09/03/hello-kitty-tiara/
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doug here --
BTW: that site is dedicated to hating all things Hello Kitty -- but in exposing all things HK it's actually almost become an HK shrine!
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