I'm Serious. I'm Kidding.

A guy friend told me I was picky when it came to guys,  I retorted that I wasn't at all, I take what I can get, to an extent.  So here I am to prove him wrong. For all you gentlemen callers out there itching to get a piece of this caramel latte*, here's my dream dude. Live up to this, and we will live happily ever after, if I don't screw it up with my commitment, abandonment, or non deserving issues. *You need to be okay with the fact I pronounce caramel, carmel. Here we go... I'm prone to dark hair and thick eyebrows. You need to be okay with my off color, inappropriate humor and sarcasm and be able to reciprocate it, but not to the point where I find it offensive. You need to be funny, but not funnier than me, yet funnier than what I am. You need to be slightly "hipstery", but not too hipstery, that's too cliche. You need to be Jewish, although I can look the other way if you are not. Just be okay with the fact that I have a Jewish fetish...

I think I've hit all the major things that concern me. It took 13 months and that means there were only 13 things, well 12 because gun control took two turns (selfish asshole). This makes me feel like a low maintenance, easy going gal. Here are a list of things that are starting to concern me a bit and may one day be a part of my campaign platform when I run for Duke of Katsuya. (That's how it works on Yelp, right?) Justin Bieber needs to stop taking his shirt off. His shirt is always off now. It's not even hot out, anywhere, it's February. It's freezing on the east coast and unseasonably cold on the west coast. You should be wearing your OBEY hoodie, with your OBEY hat, 5 inches off your head. Yes, we all see you have oddly placed tattoos and a six pack, but the frame of the rest of your body just makes it look like your ribcage slid down and the bones are poking out. BT-DUBS – love the Believe Acoustic album, keep trucking musically, everything else...j...