Capital letters or majuscules (in the Roman alphabet: A, B, C, ...) are one type of case in a writing system. Capital letters (also simply called capitals or caps) are also known as upper case; manual typesetters kept them in the upper drawers of a desk, keeping the more frequently used minuscule letters on the lower shelf. This practice may date back to Johann Gutenberg.

Some languages make no distinction between capital and lowercase letters. Latin, for one, was originally written using only one set of letters—those which we now call the capitals.

Jordan, on the other hand, utilizes capital letters either as a weapon or for humor, often both at the same time. A deadly, but effective combination.

i dig jordan. she's pretty and cracks me up and smokes a lot of...uh...smoke. that is all.

I'm seriously PUMPED TO THE X-TREEM that I met Jordan because I'm pretty sure there's no one funnier currently living in L.A. She also lets me talk about all sorts of bullshit and doesn't judge me for obsessing over lame shit. Best ever. BFF 4 LYFE! HUGZ 4 THUGZ! TUGGIN' NUT$!

Jordan's got an old-school iPod thing... It's huge... it plays tapes...wing mirror injuries have increased exponentially

here, let me sing my feelings....
*ahem*

just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
whoo... whoo... whoo...
just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo

and the days go by...
like a strand in the wind...
in the web that is my own...
i begin again
said to my friend, baby...
nothin' else mattered

he was no more... than a baby then
well he... seemed broken hearted...
something within him
but the moment... that i first laid...
eyes... on... him... all alone...
on the edge of... seventeen

just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo...
just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo

i went today... maybe i will go again...
tomorrow
and the music there it was hauntingly...
familiar
and i see you doing...
what i try to do for me
with the words from a poet...
and the voice from a choir
and a melody... nothing else mattered

just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo

the clouds... never expect it...
when it rains
but the sea changes colours...
but the sea...
does not change
and so... with the slow... graceful flow...
of age
i went forth... with an age old...
desire... to please
on the edge of... seventeen

just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo
just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo

well then suddenly...
there was no one... left standing
in the hall... yeah yeah...
in a flood of tears
that no one really ever heard fall at all
oh i went searchin' for an answer...
up the stairs... and down the hall
not to find an answer...
just to hear the call
of a nightbird... singing...
come away... come away...

just like the white winged dove...
sings a song
sounds like she's singing...
ooo... baby ooo... said ooo
just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo... baby ooo... said ooo

well i hear you in the morning...
and i hear you...
at nightfall...
sometime to be near you...
is to be unable... to hear you...
my love...
i'm a few years older than you...

just like the white winged dove...
sings a song...
sounds like she's singing...
ooo baby... ooo... said ooo