I'm mostly never serious, except when I say that my new criteria for a dude/boyfriend/baby daddy/life partner includes (but is not limited to) the fact that you need to
a) have a beard.
b) know all the words to Juicy by notorious BIG
c) have tattoos on your hands.
d) be a gap-toothed bitch
e) all of the above
It would also help if you overlook the fact that I tend to make an asshole of myself every time I open my mouth, or if you just don't care. And I hope you don't mind that I fall asleep at the most inopportune times. (every fucking chance I get) Narcolepsy whut-whut.
I am the nicest girl, forever, and always.
AND! i hate ketchup.