the boy saga.

So basically, I’ve made the mistake of distracting myself after the fanny breakup with two types of people. One is a complete asshole, (who note to self: do NOT talk to) has the body of a greek god and personality of a… greek slug? The second is a completely adorable, sweet guy who unfortunately was overshadowed by said slug. Unfortunately for me, not him. My sick ass got rightfully kicked to the curb. Therefore I see the only resolution to the boy saga as compiling a list of qualities my future man candy must have. The outcome of this list is that I will never find anyone with all the attributes and will die alone with my 58 cats - all of which will be named Dobby. Not that I’m complaining. There’s something slightly appealing about getting to be that crazy cat lady. I’ll never have to shower again. The list is as follows:

I wrote a list. It sucked. I’ve instead decided that if I can’t have Vin Diesel, I want no one. 

Here kitty kitty…