Ho, I spent the whole day dreaming about my dream boy again.
Maybe I should stay away from boys for the time being, okay so that's kinda a lie.
I should get out and have a social life. Get to know friends of friends instead of being so stuck on settling for school boys because I label not having a reason to know someone as desperate. I'm afraid of meeting new people in big groups actually cause most of the time I end up not even remembering their name at all. I also feel more secure if I know the person through some stable form of connection rather than I-met-him-at-a-party.
That should change.
I should be out partying like everyone else instead of waiting for Mr right to come when I only meet dickheads and think I'm in love, ooo princess fairy land, happily ever after.
Eesh, I ought to get real.
I am going to study hard while having scandalous flings, maybe I'll meet a real boy who will give me his heart and put me in his pocket.
Not a blow-up doll, not a coin operated boy, not a personal message buddy, not director who plants what you want and not a toilet brush.
A real boy.
Preferably skinny, tall, adorable, humorous, has good tongue, has mod hair, has good pair of shoes, has a dress sense, loves to rock and roll, sings, dances, confident, shy, has a kid in him, watches cartoons, lives on sugar, not sickly, drinks, gets drunk, good in bed, makes breakfast, does the laundry, loves his mum, plays the guitar, writes me love notes and songs, 'gilar' mosher, can kick ass, happy having 20 bucks on a date, honest, contented, who wants to buy me a flat, a photographer and NOT hairy!
Oh wait this is my dream boy.
NON EXISTENT DREAM BOY!!!
Eesh, I'm getting sick in the head.
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