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Somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps
I'm a browncoat now.
Yes, while the fleet is in-between seasons, I've let Joss Whedon's little foray into sci-fi catch my attention. In the last week I've watched all 14 episodes and the Serenity movie, all of which make me of the opinion that Fox hates good television. I really got the feeling that the characters were developing nicely, and I started to get pretty attached to them. Further, I ended up learning something about myself.
For background, I have four basic criteria for finding girls attractive.
- Not grotesque to behold
(I'm trying not to be shallow, but I need to draw the line somewhere.) - Shoulder-length straight brown hair
(The darker the better, though even light brown will do) - Liberal values
(Anti-capitalist, feminist, whatever. Basically don't hate poor people or homosexuals.) - Exceptional grammar
(It hurts my ears to hear poor sentence structure. An expansive vocabulary is helpful too.)
Note that these alone are only sufficient for attraction, not to actually make me want to date her. There are several other rules, both unspoken and as-yet-unknown, that have to be met before my skittish nature is overcome. Things like "can't be crazy" and "can't be an ex of Mike Stroud" are big ones. What Kaylee (and, as it turns out, Cally) have let me know is that there is a whole 'nother category of "innocent, borderline obsessive, and smart" that circumvents all of my carefully described laws, and goes directly for the heartstrings. I'm sure it doesn't hurt that they still meet all the shallow requirements.
I finally understand why Amy named her cat as such.
Last note: if anyone else has a PVC^H^H^Hthousand-year-old Irish flute, head on down to Mobile, Alabama. "To me, it looks like a leprechaun to me."
You have never been in love
until you've seen the stars
reflect in the reservoirs.
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4 comments
To me, it looks like a leprechaun to me.
T/. um... see std. #4
Things like "can't be crazy" and "can't be an ex of Mike Stroud" are big ones.
T/. good luck...
that girl is fucking craaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy.
prolly the only girl that i would call a c-nt, to her face.
aim you tomorrow,
-doug
"i want the gold, give me the gold"
now i can't aim billy while at work. my boss is beginning to be a bitch now that there aren't any other crappy employees working at our firm (examples are someone who has no idea what odor is body, mouth, or otherwise; and someone who thinks its ok to download 10+ gigs of the most disturbing images and videos that i have ever laid eyes upon at his work computer). i guess he will never be satisfied. what else could he want from me? i take showers and i don't go anywhere online other than this site, gmail, and penny arcade. so what if i spend a large portion of the day talking to billy? what's it to him?
does anyone know of a job that i can aim billy all the live long day without getting any hassle from management? pref cad jobs.
work is gonna suck now,
-doug
sorry for cutting you off earlier :(
Bottom line, if you want to find a nice girl, stop hanging out with losers, buddy. No matter how pretentious and clever they might seem hanging around the table at Denny's, without the nuts to get out and do something better than bitch about their sorry lot, they'll never be good for you. Keep Oklahoma Tidy, Bin a Chav!
Have no fear, you'll find it. And it will feel like this:
My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
I am not worried I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me, "For one time only,
make an exception." I am not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions
"Oh," she says, "you're changing."
But we're always changing
It does not bother me to say this isn't love
Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love
And I guess I'm going to have to live with that
But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey,
Something in between,
And I can always change my name
If that's what you mean
My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
But I am not really worried I am not overly concerned
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
To make yourself forget I am not worried
"If it's love," she said, "then we're going to have to think about the consequences."
She can't stop shaking I can't stop touching her and...
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and Anna begins to change her mind
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing
But I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
I'm not going to bend, and I'm not going to break and I'm not going to worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..."
But it's not all that easy so maybe I should
Snap her up in a butterfly net Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried I've done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...
The time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and Anna begins to change my mind
And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
She's talking in her sleep
It's keeping me awake and Anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong
It's moving me along and Anna begins to fade away
It's chasing me away She disappears and
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing
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