RAMBLINGS ABOUT LOVE
Got my wrist tatt done finally. Brings the total count to three. Can't wait to get more. Wheeee!! but from now on, they must all be done by the same guy, the current object of my attention.
Playing hide-and-seek at home. Haha. not like I can hide it forever. But better later then now.
Anyways, that's a digression. I'm in love. With my tattoo artist. Or at least with the prototype of that sort of man. For that brief moment when I was so so close to him, I felt like I was on a date lah. And hell, what I wouldn't give to bed him and have his children. Even though he's 10 years older. Who cares??? Hahaha... Which brings me to my next point - I haven't had a man since, like forever. Call 999. I need one. Pronto. So I digress.
He's actually the same guy who did my first tatt like 7 years ago. Then he was moody. Perhaps age has sort of softened him. Lovely lovely lovely man... So nice, so hot, so charming. Luckily I wasn't on alcohol yesterday. I would have raped him there and then.
So I realised the ideal man that I've been looking for never really changed over the years. I still want the same sort of guy: piercings, tattoos, drinks, fags, bad boy, laidback. These kinda guys make me swoon (Side point to note: that's why I love all the Miami Ink guys). So after my trip to Far East yesterday after a gabazillion years, I figured that's probably the place where I'll find my dream guy.
My heart is thumping non-stop. I think this is love.
♥ I am a closet nympho.
♥ I hate lizards and Sundays.
♥ I am not afraid to hate.
♥ I laugh too loudly.
♥ I love my food.
♥ I do not have any interesting hobbies.
♥ I am a very boring person.
♥ I think I am addicted to MapleStory.
♥ I am hooked on Texas even though I can't win.
♥ I am a carnivore.
♥ I think I might be reincarnated as a cow in my next life, just because.
♥ I live life day by day cos life is too short to plan for.
♥ I hate my men to be too leechy.
♥ I think I might be commitment-phobic.
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