Good evening internet boyfriends and girlfriends.
A bit of news before I get to a very special blog:
Item #1) New set in review! Summer Days hit MR this morning. It was shot by the effing funtabulous Shazzy. Please take a peek and gimme some lovin'! BUUUT please don't forget about Little Girlscout, which is also waiting to *hopefully* hit front page... I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Item #2) I'm off to our nation's capital this weekend, with the beautiful Jagerettes!!! I'll be partying it up, Jager-style with Renna, Archie and Shaddix! ...Jealous?
Okay, so on to my very special blog...
I love my girls. my bitches. my women. It's no secret. So I thought I'd write a little about the men in my life.
These are the men I love.
My Toby.
He's my most loyal and trustworthy of them all. He cuddles when I'm lonely, listens when I need an ear, and never fails to put a smile on my face. He's adorable, lovable and so full of personality. He's my baby.
My daddy.
He's quiet and reserved when I bring people around, for the most part, but once he gets to know them and decides they are acceptable to chill with his daughter, he's a hoot. He has the best cheesey dad jokes, and always laughs the loudest at them. He taught me how to tie a tie, ride a bike and play cribbage. We may not be the closest pair, but when it comes to rock and roll, he taught me everything I know.
My BFF.
This is Chris. He hates having his picture taken, so I stole this off Fynx's facebook. He is my main man. We talk to each other about anything and everything. We go to the mall and check out sexy women together. We met almost 2 years ago and immediately clicked, with our love of obscure music, So You Think You Can Dance and, most awkward, our infatuation with the same women who happened to be playing us both. We met because we dated the same girl. I gotta give her this; she has awesome taste
DREW! (Drew_Thomas)
Any guy who is willing to get his pajama-laiden sleepy self out of bed, in the middle of watching a movie, and drive to my house at one in the morning, just because I was being a sissy little girl, and didn't want to be home alone, is damn cool in my books. This guy is a fuckin' riot, and the best drunken dance partner. I'm pretty sure my parents secretly wish I'd marry him.
My David
Before him, I didn't know who I was looking for. He's amazing. He makes me laugh, he makes me melt, he makes me act like a gushy little girl. He treats me like a fucking princess, but still jokes around with me like one of the guys. I can tell him everything, and be the truest form of myself around him. He's been in my life for just shy of a year now, and he still puts a smile on my face every time I'm with him.
...oh, and the sex is in-fucking-credible.
Ghandy! (Lousytattoos)
I love this man because he's the one that makes me beautiful. All my tattoos on my legs, as well as my wings were done by this guy. He's the shit. Aside from being an amazing tattoo artist, he's also one of my best friends. I may only see him once or twice a year, but the second we're back together it's like no time has passed at all. I met him during a pretty rough time in my life, when I was 17, and from day one I just poured out to him and he knew exatly what to say. He's my rock, and a pretty fucking rad guy too.
Finally; my sweet Jonny T
This man was amazing. He donated his beatiful, curly locks to cancer, TWICE, he loved cycling and took part in Ride for the Cure, he taught kids how to swim at the YMCA. He was one of the most hilarious kids I've ever known, and so optimistic nomatter what the situation. He was with me the first time my car ever ran out of gas on the road, and turned a potentially horrible experience to one I'm always remember. He could make every day errands epically hilarious. He was smart, sweet, handsome and an amazing friend. We lost sweet Jonny T this past March, in a car accident, but anyone who knew him will never forget him. Shine on you crazy diamond.
These are the men I love. They all mean something to me in they own unique ways, but I am so grateful for every one of them. I love these guys. They're the shit.
nymph xoxoxo
A bit of news before I get to a very special blog:
Item #1) New set in review! Summer Days hit MR this morning. It was shot by the effing funtabulous Shazzy. Please take a peek and gimme some lovin'! BUUUT please don't forget about Little Girlscout, which is also waiting to *hopefully* hit front page... I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Item #2) I'm off to our nation's capital this weekend, with the beautiful Jagerettes!!! I'll be partying it up, Jager-style with Renna, Archie and Shaddix! ...Jealous?
Okay, so on to my very special blog...
I love my girls. my bitches. my women. It's no secret. So I thought I'd write a little about the men in my life.
These are the men I love.
My Toby.
He's my most loyal and trustworthy of them all. He cuddles when I'm lonely, listens when I need an ear, and never fails to put a smile on my face. He's adorable, lovable and so full of personality. He's my baby.
My daddy.
He's quiet and reserved when I bring people around, for the most part, but once he gets to know them and decides they are acceptable to chill with his daughter, he's a hoot. He has the best cheesey dad jokes, and always laughs the loudest at them. He taught me how to tie a tie, ride a bike and play cribbage. We may not be the closest pair, but when it comes to rock and roll, he taught me everything I know.
My BFF.
This is Chris. He hates having his picture taken, so I stole this off Fynx's facebook. He is my main man. We talk to each other about anything and everything. We go to the mall and check out sexy women together. We met almost 2 years ago and immediately clicked, with our love of obscure music, So You Think You Can Dance and, most awkward, our infatuation with the same women who happened to be playing us both. We met because we dated the same girl. I gotta give her this; she has awesome taste
DREW! (Drew_Thomas)
Any guy who is willing to get his pajama-laiden sleepy self out of bed, in the middle of watching a movie, and drive to my house at one in the morning, just because I was being a sissy little girl, and didn't want to be home alone, is damn cool in my books. This guy is a fuckin' riot, and the best drunken dance partner. I'm pretty sure my parents secretly wish I'd marry him.
My David
Before him, I didn't know who I was looking for. He's amazing. He makes me laugh, he makes me melt, he makes me act like a gushy little girl. He treats me like a fucking princess, but still jokes around with me like one of the guys. I can tell him everything, and be the truest form of myself around him. He's been in my life for just shy of a year now, and he still puts a smile on my face every time I'm with him.
...oh, and the sex is in-fucking-credible.
Ghandy! (Lousytattoos)
I love this man because he's the one that makes me beautiful. All my tattoos on my legs, as well as my wings were done by this guy. He's the shit. Aside from being an amazing tattoo artist, he's also one of my best friends. I may only see him once or twice a year, but the second we're back together it's like no time has passed at all. I met him during a pretty rough time in my life, when I was 17, and from day one I just poured out to him and he knew exatly what to say. He's my rock, and a pretty fucking rad guy too.
Finally; my sweet Jonny T
This man was amazing. He donated his beatiful, curly locks to cancer, TWICE, he loved cycling and took part in Ride for the Cure, he taught kids how to swim at the YMCA. He was one of the most hilarious kids I've ever known, and so optimistic nomatter what the situation. He was with me the first time my car ever ran out of gas on the road, and turned a potentially horrible experience to one I'm always remember. He could make every day errands epically hilarious. He was smart, sweet, handsome and an amazing friend. We lost sweet Jonny T this past March, in a car accident, but anyone who knew him will never forget him. Shine on you crazy diamond.
These are the men I love. They all mean something to me in they own unique ways, but I am so grateful for every one of them. I love these guys. They're the shit.
nymph xoxoxo
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shaddix:
Word! We should go to New York for New years. Its $84 there and back through grey hound.
cori:
i adore you.