whhhhhaaaaaaaaaat
I found this in someone's okcupid journal (he messaged me a while back):
Dear seemingly cool chest tattoo girl…
Whatever could I tell you? We’re probably so against each other’s type, though I match up “Friend-wise” with you at 72% I figure that if one answers enough question you can match up above 70% with anyone…even a stapler.
It’s not really the chest tattoo (though perhaps that helps cut through the noise). It’s not really the glasses, nor be it the hair, eyes, or ‘other endowments’. I swear it be the nose: straight, Roman, yet not over powering. It is so well placed between the eyebrows and cheek bones. But is that really something to say? Nice nose? Methinks not so much.
I could go randomly dig through my copy of ‘Basketball Diaries’ and toss you a random quote, but to what purpose? That proves little except an ability to read. Maybe tell you my favorite Otis Redding song? All that would establish is that I can listen, little else.
All I have are pictures and of proof of your wit; your profile. You could have the voice of Ernest Borgnine, the odor of an open sewer, and the personality of vanilla ice cream.
Amazing the leaps our mind will take on an image or three. How quickly it will fill in the blanks with everything good and happy. This hope that drives you to do; the stupid, the risky, the things that will probably end badly. Yet still, you do it. Nothing can quite burn away the belief that things might click this time.
he;s actually not that creepy. but withmy luck, you know?
i dont think anyone has uh, written about me.
Dear seemingly cool chest tattoo girl…
Whatever could I tell you? We’re probably so against each other’s type, though I match up “Friend-wise” with you at 72% I figure that if one answers enough question you can match up above 70% with anyone…even a stapler.
It’s not really the chest tattoo (though perhaps that helps cut through the noise). It’s not really the glasses, nor be it the hair, eyes, or ‘other endowments’. I swear it be the nose: straight, Roman, yet not over powering. It is so well placed between the eyebrows and cheek bones. But is that really something to say? Nice nose? Methinks not so much.
I could go randomly dig through my copy of ‘Basketball Diaries’ and toss you a random quote, but to what purpose? That proves little except an ability to read. Maybe tell you my favorite Otis Redding song? All that would establish is that I can listen, little else.
All I have are pictures and of proof of your wit; your profile. You could have the voice of Ernest Borgnine, the odor of an open sewer, and the personality of vanilla ice cream.
Amazing the leaps our mind will take on an image or three. How quickly it will fill in the blanks with everything good and happy. This hope that drives you to do; the stupid, the risky, the things that will probably end badly. Yet still, you do it. Nothing can quite burn away the belief that things might click this time.
he;s actually not that creepy. but withmy luck, you know?
i dont think anyone has uh, written about me.