I want a tall man, a sensitive man.
I want a man who gives me my independance.
I want a man I can depend on.
I want a man who will let me talk.
I want a man who will actually listen.
I want a man who is possessive.
I want a man who knows boundaries.
I want a man who can take control.
I want a man who lets me have the reins.
I want a man who will support me.
I want a man who go halfsies.
I want a man who wants kids.
I want a man who doesn't want kids just yet.
I want a man who's successful.
I want a man who's happy.
I want a man who plays in a band.
I want a man who looks good no matter what he wears.
I want a man who's tough.
I want a man who's always there for me.
I want a man who does everything right.
HELLO!!! This poor guy doesn't exist and even if he did, I feel sorry for the poor sap.
Girls aren't perfect by far - stop expecting the perfect man to sweep you off your feet! He can't read poetry and shoot stuff at the same time, ladies!
Me?
I want a guy who respects me for me, loves me for me, and wants to be with me forever.
Dramatic house is....Dramatic
"Peek-a-boo!"
"I'm trying to kill this!"
"Peek-a-boo!"
"I swear..."
"I want my chair back."
"It's my lucky chair, I'm winning!"
A look is given and much grumbling is followed, to the tune of "if I die it's your fault."
"Mewwwwwwwwoooooowwww!"
"You're not going downstairs, Mickey! Cut it out."
That was my house a one in the morning. Our African Gray parrot, Major, dancing around in his - covered - cage and singing, myself attempting to beat the P3P final boss, my mother throwing me out of the recliner, and my cat trying to escape all the insanity by going downstairs and only contributing to it.
And yes, I did beat the game, thank you for asking!
How my dad sleeps through the chaos is beyond me. How do I? I live in the basement, so unless someone decides to do the can-can above my room, I can sleep through almost anything. You grow accustomed to it. I only have one sibling, my brother, but with so many pets - there's a dog and a second cat, too - it's like having ten kids running around the house some days.
And yet, I love it. I thrive on it some days, while others I have to go run around the block to avoid killing them all. My friends would wonder how I survive, except they both have a lot of siblings and so understand. Personally, I think they have it worse, because I can lock the animals up in a room or escape myself.
So...dramatic house is...dramatic!
"I'm trying to kill this!"
"Peek-a-boo!"
"I swear..."
"I want my chair back."
"It's my lucky chair, I'm winning!"
A look is given and much grumbling is followed, to the tune of "if I die it's your fault."
"Mewwwwwwwwoooooowwww!"
"You're not going downstairs, Mickey! Cut it out."
That was my house a one in the morning. Our African Gray parrot, Major, dancing around in his - covered - cage and singing, myself attempting to beat the P3P final boss, my mother throwing me out of the recliner, and my cat trying to escape all the insanity by going downstairs and only contributing to it.
And yes, I did beat the game, thank you for asking!
How my dad sleeps through the chaos is beyond me. How do I? I live in the basement, so unless someone decides to do the can-can above my room, I can sleep through almost anything. You grow accustomed to it. I only have one sibling, my brother, but with so many pets - there's a dog and a second cat, too - it's like having ten kids running around the house some days.
And yet, I love it. I thrive on it some days, while others I have to go run around the block to avoid killing them all. My friends would wonder how I survive, except they both have a lot of siblings and so understand. Personally, I think they have it worse, because I can lock the animals up in a room or escape myself.
So...dramatic house is...dramatic!
Enter the Hawk
Ah, dear readers! Here you shall be privy to information that is either very relevant or completely nonsensical, depending on what day it is and what mood I choose to share with you. Information is like that, you see, very relative and dependent on your source, so keep that in mind.
As it is my first blog post, I will endeavor not to frighten you all away with fantasy. I have much to share, but that will all be revealed in drabbles and droplets over time, not all at once like a broken dam.
Remember: when you escape, they send the Indians after you.
As it is my first blog post, I will endeavor not to frighten you all away with fantasy. I have much to share, but that will all be revealed in drabbles and droplets over time, not all at once like a broken dam.
Remember: when you escape, they send the Indians after you.
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