You are a brick flying through a window, or the fire that burned
down the house you grew up in.
You Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.
You play the banjo and will let me listen.
You'd let me live if you found out I was a werewolf.
You're not looking to just fuck some stick figure in heels. (I'm a
foxy, full figured, classy lady who prefers to be barefoot.)
You can survive a week in the woods with nothing but a knife and a
lighter and still know the difference between 'you're' and 'your'
as well as 'their', 'there' and 'they're'.
You are anything like Clint Eastwood in The Good, The Bad, And The
Ugly. Or Jonny Quest.
You know how to live without cowardice, regrets, shame or guilt but
instead do things in the name of truth and freedom.
You are cosmic and earthy all at once.
You are interested in the zombie apocalypse, cryptozoology,
linguistics, metaphysics, astrology, or other fun stuff to
stimulate my noggin.
You're not self-conscious. I'm not.
You have good table manners.
You enjoy board games!
You have a sense of humour (PLEASE.)
Dorothy is your favourite Golden Girl.
Buttercup is your favourite Powerpuff Girl.
You are not a level 5 clinger.
You are a good person to trip/roll with.
You have an imagination.
You know better than to let material things have hold of your
You know what a Sassafrassian
You know how long Arienette will stay for.
You are interested in having arts and crafts time with me.
If you relate to animals and plants more than people.
If you can keep up with my ever growing need for useless
OR! Whatever other reason you can think of.