I hate it when someone uses the word “sick” as a positive adjective….as in “his new apartment is sick”. sick, in this case, means awesome/incredible/cool.
it’s like nails on the chalkboard, makes me cringe.
So many shows this fall…so little time.
One of my currently favorite artists will be in Chicago on October 20th. I have no idea when the tickets go on sale, soon…I hope.
Duffy Music
One of these days, I will challenge him. I’m really out of practice, but it’s alright, at least I will have tried.
Ten years ago, if you were to ask me to describe my dream man, you might be surprised (or not).
He would
- Be smarter/more intelligent than me because I would always be learning and he would always seem interesting
- Be taller than me, because my dad is shorter (than I or my mom) and I always felt unconfortable when we had to dance and I was wearing heels.
- Have dark-ish hair because blondes just never did it for me. History proved itself wrong, but eventually I married a dark/red haired fellow
- Have to be thin-er. I never found big-ger guys attractive. Same goes for big muscles. I find them disgusting and an unattractive quality.
Now, I would amend it and add “make me laugh”. I always thought that I a non-existed sense of humor. I was extremely sarcastic and never laughed at the regular jokes. When I met Andy, everything changed. Now, laughter and intelligence would tie in the list of importance.