2008-10-31 , 11:29 p.m.
I hate this...
I would say that I need to get out more... but I haven't been home one day lately. Out all the time.
Currently grooving to Metro Station... my sister and I's new favorite band. Mmmmm....
Going through another night of man-madness.
I just get so weird in this whole scenario. There's a guy I'm kind of aching over... Is he diary-fodder worthy?... Who knows?
I just know that I love the way that he makes me feel... delightfully distracted.
And I don't want to lose that distraction dammit.
I love the teams that he loves... in baseball and basketball... and I see the reasons why he loves them. Their passion and teamwork.
I admire him for his street-smarts, his quick humor, his skills... In poker, blackjack... I love his eyes. I love his penis. It's the most perfect penis I've ever seen in my life.
He's such a man. He's not afraid to get dirty. But Extreme Make-Over: Home Edition makes his eyes water... and boxes of tissues dissapear around him. I love his soul.
He loves good clean classic rock, but he's all liberal.
He's silly... goofy. And incredibly sexy.
I love him fully dressed... and completely naked.
I love that in all the things that he truly adores, he doesn't love only the thing itself but the history behind it.
He's fiesty. Sensible. An anomaly... yet completely typical.
And he's not mine...
How weird is that?
