Ohullo.
Jay couldn't write in again today because he's at his dad's house, so I'll just do it for him. :3
I guess... what he would say today is what we talked about via text. His perfect woman. I'll describe her for you, my dear reader.
His perfect woman is this.
"2 to 3 inches shorter than him - so about 5'9" - 5'10". Brown skin is optional and curly hair is preferred. He likes to touch curls. c: She is smart, has an opinion and can give him orders, and he wants to protect her. He wants to be able to snuggle with her and sleep with her comfortably without too much changing of positions. He says glasses are a plus. He likes the intellectual look. Also wants her to not want to go out all the time. A laid-back type that he can just relax with. Quiet. Also, she should be able to cook.
So, that's Jay's dream girl. She sounds like a great person, hm? What a cute couple.<3
Anyway, I figured since he got to describe a perfect other, I might as well, too, hm?
My perfect man.. is just this.
Physically. He's tall. Preferably more than 3 inches taller than me. (Liek 5'9" and taller). I don't have weight preferences. Skinny or some loverolls, as long as he's cuddly. I like big hands. Ones that I can just hold and feel safe with. I like brown eyes... I don't like blue eyes. Don't ask me why. Because I just don't know. He's chivalrous and he cares about others far more than he cares about himself. He's confident and ambitious. He knows what he wants to do with his life and he's willing to work for it. He's funny, but not obnoxious or vulgar. A cute, natural wit to keep me on my toes. And.. he loves me. Above all else. ^^
I think that's more than enough. c:
Anywho, back to a normal entry? I didn't do ANYTHING today.
A nice thunderstorm rolled in around 6. It WAS nice.. at first.
But it got far too close for comfort. I went outside for about 15 seconds to sit on the porch with my parents to watch, (the rain was coming down in buckets, but it was nice... Humid, though.) but this HUGE thunder clap shook my insides and, I'mma go sci-fi, but if I had to describe it, it sounded like the sky was being ripped in two. A horrifying crack. and it happened 3 times right in a row. My mom spilled her drink everywhere when we jumped and my poor puppy was shaking like a leaf.
I feel I've typed enough. I don't wanna make you go all "TL;DR" on me. So, thanks for reading.!~ And tootles.<3
Quote.
I have none.
Deal with it.
~Me.
 JezebeIIe · Sat Jul 30, 2011 @ 07:00am · 0 Comments |
