I've recently become enamored with a particular length of beard. Seriously, this love sprang out of nowhere maybe yesterday. No reason. But when I see pictures of guys with these beards, I imagine them as indie types or something. Well, here's my list of stuff:
-He will play acoustic guitar and sing sad songs about birds and love and sailors
-We will live in the woods on the West Side
-We will have a cat with some badass name
-We will have, like, six blankets on our bed instead of one big one
-He will help me put up posters where I can't reach 'cause I'm a shortish fellow
-He will cook the best salmon ever
-Maybe I will cook sometimes
-We will live by train tracks so I can hear the trains sometimes
-We will have a fire pit in our backyard, and there will be some beer cans sitting around
-Remy has fallen in love with this guy too, so he can share him on Wednesdays.
And one last weird thing: I'm not attracted to redheads at all, but guys with full beards? It's gotta be red. No clue why.
( PICTURES )HEY LOOK IT'S ME BEING A HUGE WEIRDO AGAIN FOR NO REASON.