February 21, 2011

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dear residential diary,

did i break your concentration? take a ritalin. i finally met my neighbor who lives next door to me in my dream whila go. he was very nice and seems familiar in some intimate way. i liked his big sleigh bed. it is just like mine- i saw it through his open door when he went back in his house. i was myself and he wasn't scared. that is the kind of man i need right there. time to wake up. most men are genetically programmed to be pathetic jerks. i know this because they all are. im surprised more women don't understand this and aren't complaining about it. its all in what you'll tolerate- who you end up with in a lifetime mate. i know to look more than esthetics and sex now- cuz that shit ain't so great. i want someone who is just like me. fun and laid back and excited to see- things that are new and  funny and sweet- and things that are worthy of our time to creep. i like to think about things that are corny and i want to fuck allot when i get horny, and i want to lay around and talk for hours- and then go drive around and stawk after our bubble bath or hot steamy shower. i want someone who has a sense of humor- someone who will tickle me and chase me around- someone i can knock to the ground. yep. sign me up for all the above. then file the papers.