Don't complain to me, everything you do is what you make it and if you don't get that we probably won't get along. You'll start in on something and I'll tell you to suck it up.
People say they can't read me, so I'll break it down a bit...
If I rated you "highly" don't get too excited, it's probably because...
You're picture/s made me laugh out loud, or smile. Whatever.
I want to get lost in a National Forest with you and bottle of Jameson.
You're pretty hot.
I just wanted to say "hi."
If I didn't rate you "highly" it's probably because
I'm not interested.
Nothing I saw made me laugh, or smile.
You have a picture of your car/cat/super hero/faceless bare chest.
You look like if I got lost with you and bottle of Jameson in a National Forest you'd be complaining by minute 15. It's cool, really, I'll find our way. I got skillz yo.
Things I've learned about myself in 2013:
If you get wasted and ask me repeatedly to punch you in the face, I will. But only to shut you up.
I can work up to 22 hours in one day without complaining.
The utility blade I carry is prettier than yours (IT'S PINK!)
I can hustle 8 miles in sandals before my feet start to hurt, 11 before they go numb.
I can drink more whiskey than you...probably.
To be continued.
People have called me "graceful" "ridiculous" "elegant" "outrageous" "a sweetheart" "a fucking bitch" "fabulous" "resourceful" "resiliant" and a slew of others, but those are my favorites.