Pre-Ocupied

An interesting affair, I must say. Just spent about an hour randomly cleaning my own bathroom. In class today they told us keeping a blog helps improve your writing. No, really? Very very tired, might see some people I haven't seen in a very long time tomorrow. I was contemplating the perfect man and have come to the conclusion that everyone has different, secret requirements that they need in order to love that 'perfect' man. Now, I don't specify the perfect woman, because I think every woman is perfect, in our own, perfect way. Anyway, as I was saying: The Perfect Man. My man must be mostly passion, partly clean, and a good and fair chunk of sweetness. There are other, more specific requirements, but those are the main things. And, if I may add, PERSONALITY AND CREATIVITY. I know I'm setting myself up for a screwed up loser, but if you can make me laugh, you're half in my pants already. And I want someone who will freaking touch me! I've found that the people I most want to be all over me are the farthest away, and the people who do touch me are creeper-stalkers who I wish would just let me be. Hmm, what else do I want in my man? Well, I want someone smart; at least as smart as me or smarter. I'm sick of all these stupid, ignorant people. They erk me. I was thinking of this perfect man because I have a virtual baby I must raise on my own and I was thinking about who I would want to have a baby with. But, you see, I don't want kids, and even if I ended up with one, I don't want to get married! Commitment, yuck! Besides, it would seem the happily married couple is becoming an endangered species. I just hope it's all these Baby Boomers fudging the numbers, and not the death of true love and such. Back to Perfect Man. Manners are an almost requirement. They should be a full one, but the chance of that is slim to none unless I end up with a homeschooler. And having maners will counteract some of the other things I want. I have this thing with older men and beards, I have no clue why, but I'm just randomly attracted. Not OLD old, like Middle Age creeper and a school girl, but a few years older than me is fine by me. I could go on for hours, but I can no longer keep my eyes open. Nighty-Night.
Allons-y!