Incomplete Thoughts, Dreams, Aspirations
I need to get out of the habit of sitting in my boxers in front of my computer, the elderly Jewish lady next door might see me.
I've been thinking of what I want to do when I grow up, and I need to put some serious thought into it. I'm 14 5/6 but if I don't get started now I'll be a hobo or be living in my mom's basement. when I make up my mind. Though I am considering the hobo. If I am, however, I'll need to get a black belt in Ju-jitsu so I don't get beat up or peed on. D:
I could be a politician. I could be ruined.
I could be a spy. I could get caught.
I could be a jet pilot. I could get swiss cheesed.
I could be a hobo. I could get urinated on.
I could produce music. I could become a hobo.
I could be a journalist. I could be killed by the CIA, a hurricane or
I could be a military historian. I could be featured on the history channel.
I could be a computer technician. I could go blind.
I could be an alpha game tester. I could live with my mom.
I could be a lawyer. But noone'd like me.
I could be a break dancer. I mean, breaking my bones.
I could be DINING IN HELL TONIGHT
I think that's it.
Anyways, I want to put down what I want in different people and things. Let's start with the women. Now, I'm not sexist. If a fine lady out there stated what they wanted, I might make a checklist. Unless she's promiscuous. Or married. Nor am I being narcissistic; I am fully aware that the chances of being approached by a female with flowers compared to a baseball bat is 1:9000+. SO here we go.
- Most importantly, don't put me on a grill and turn it on. I hope that doesn't become a fad. Maybe that's why I'd vote Obama and not Clinton.
- Can tolerate my music.
- Vegetarian.
-/b/tard.
-Is really a woman.
-Doesn't mind that I don't want kids. I don't care, I don't want kids of my own blood. Adopt if we compromise.
-Can tolerate my clothes. Don't make me wear a tux or jeans, I don't care how sexy I am to you in them, you're lowering my self-esteem.
-Doesn't mind my being passive. Not too extroverted, either. This isn't a sexual thing. I'm not a dominant kind of guy. I hate being the leader.
-Not allergic to cats. If you want a kid, we can get a cat. 'Aight?
-Don't drag me to church. I'll tolerate your religion if you tolerate mine, whatever it turns out to be. If I become a satanist, however, show me the grill and I should snap out of it.
-Will play video games wit' me.
-Abides by my philosophy: If I don't hear about what you say about me, we're cool. Just don't let it get around to me. I mean, if we were cool when I didn't know about whatever slanderous malicious words came out of your face, we can be cool in any circumstance until I find out about it.
-Tells me when I've crossed the line and doesn't mind sending me to my corner. And we can make up by playing video games. Not sex. I ain't Chris Brown, nor do I think an angry face is any more appealing than a content face. Video games.
-Doesn't make me get a tattoo on my ass with her or my name.
God, I'm demanding.
...EDIT:APRIL FOOLS.
Listen to Meatloaf if you must. Eat Meatloaf if you must. You don't have to liek mudkips. You can be... well, I'm not budging on the woman thing. Adopt a kid if you want (but agree on the name, dammit). Force me into a tux or jeans if you have to. Drag me out of my room and make us talk. Despise cats. Drag me to church if you're so adamant about saving my soul. Remind me of my mother (this isn't good nor bad either. I just set myself up). Be nosy. . Make me get a tattoo of our names on my ass. If you have to.
I just ask for love, you know. BAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW That's what they all say. Then they want you to call them daddy and all this creepy shit, right?
Fletcher, meet grill. Spend some quality time together.
But it's all appreciated, because I'll conform to your wants and desires if humanly possible. Well, if it's possible without driving me insane.
I'm going to stop before any opportunistic fellow takes advantage of a slip of the tongue (in my own damn mouth) to insinuate that I'm pushing the envelope of being a momma's boy.
I've been thinking of what I want to do when I grow up, and I need to put some serious thought into it. I'm 14 5/6 but if I don't get started now I'll be a hobo or be living in my mom's basement. when I make up my mind. Though I am considering the hobo. If I am, however, I'll need to get a black belt in Ju-jitsu so I don't get beat up or peed on. D:
I could be a politician. I could be ruined.
I could be a spy. I could get caught.
I could be a jet pilot. I could get swiss cheesed.
I could be a hobo. I could get urinated on.
I could produce music. I could become a hobo.
I could be a journalist. I could be killed by the CIA, a hurricane or
I could be a military historian. I could be featured on the history channel.
I could be a computer technician. I could go blind.
I could be an alpha game tester. I could live with my mom.
I could be a lawyer. But noone'd like me.
I could be a break dancer. I mean, breaking my bones.
I could be DINING IN HELL TONIGHT
I think that's it.
Anyways, I want to put down what I want in different people and things. Let's start with the women. Now, I'm not sexist. If a fine lady out there stated what they wanted, I might make a checklist. Unless she's promiscuous. Or married. Nor am I being narcissistic; I am fully aware that the chances of being approached by a female with flowers compared to a baseball bat is 1:9000+. SO here we go.
- Most importantly, don't put me on a grill and turn it on. I hope that doesn't become a fad. Maybe that's why I'd vote Obama and not Clinton.
- Can tolerate my music.
- Vegetarian.
-/b/tard.
-Is really a woman.
-Doesn't mind that I don't want kids. I don't care, I don't want kids of my own blood. Adopt if we compromise.
-Can tolerate my clothes. Don't make me wear a tux or jeans, I don't care how sexy I am to you in them, you're lowering my self-esteem.
-Doesn't mind my being passive. Not too extroverted, either. This isn't a sexual thing. I'm not a dominant kind of guy. I hate being the leader.
-Not allergic to cats. If you want a kid, we can get a cat. 'Aight?
-Don't drag me to church. I'll tolerate your religion if you tolerate mine, whatever it turns out to be. If I become a satanist, however, show me the grill and I should snap out of it.
-Will play video games wit' me.
-Abides by my philosophy: If I don't hear about what you say about me, we're cool. Just don't let it get around to me. I mean, if we were cool when I didn't know about whatever slanderous malicious words came out of your face, we can be cool in any circumstance until I find out about it.
-Tells me when I've crossed the line and doesn't mind sending me to my corner. And we can make up by playing video games. Not sex. I ain't Chris Brown, nor do I think an angry face is any more appealing than a content face. Video games.
-Doesn't make me get a tattoo on my ass with her or my name.
God, I'm demanding.
...EDIT:APRIL FOOLS.
Listen to Meatloaf if you must. Eat Meatloaf if you must. You don't have to liek mudkips. You can be... well, I'm not budging on the woman thing. Adopt a kid if you want (but agree on the name, dammit). Force me into a tux or jeans if you have to. Drag me out of my room and make us talk. Despise cats. Drag me to church if you're so adamant about saving my soul. Remind me of my mother (this isn't good nor bad either. I just set myself up). Be nosy. . Make me get a tattoo of our names on my ass. If you have to.
I just ask for love, you know. BAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW That's what they all say. Then they want you to call them daddy and all this creepy shit, right?
Fletcher, meet grill. Spend some quality time together.
But it's all appreciated, because I'll conform to your wants and desires if humanly possible. Well, if it's possible without driving me insane.
I'm going to stop before any opportunistic fellow takes advantage of a slip of the tongue (in my own damn mouth) to insinuate that I'm pushing the envelope of being a momma's boy.