Yeah...

He moves like the wind blows and writes shit that holds my mind hostage for days on end...I just wanna dance with him son just to see if it's as good as my dreams and that's a lot to live up to...I imagine it's like passion masquerading as innocent interaction until it just opens its self and envelops u like, like falling into the sun *sigh*...I mean that man moves like honey slow sweet but with just enough body to remind you that he's there...Sexy
~Boogie~

I Am A Rebel, I'm Disrespectful...

...I'm not giving in.
This post is for my Travie...
I have been fascinated with Travis McCoy
Of Gym Class Heroes since i stumbled
Upon the video for "The Queen and I"
...
From Hall and Oates hand Tattoos to ear gauges,
Monroe and septum piercings,
To the fact that he brushes his teeth in several of their vids
He's hot to the nth degree
And he doesn't care what folks think, which makes him sexy
In the pool with Pete Wentz's dog Hemmy...Hot

Fro'd out....Hot, His hair looks like mine lol

Getting arrested... even his mugshot is sexy

His signature open mouth pose lol

I love this guy <3>

Product of Boredom....

...Adam tattooed Eve's name on his ribcage so he
Could never forget where she came from
The key to his heart is held within her eyes
Not to be used without her permission...

Am I really that intriguing, honestly?

Boredom is my name. This vacation is killing me, I miss my city, Virginia is for suckers. The slow pace of this state is slowly driving me insane. Oh NY, BX to be exact, how I miss thee. Random noises all times of the day, the fact that at any given time there is at least 10 other people outside, ahh the people. Don't get me wrong I am not a people person, but something about knowing that however lonely I may feel, I will never be the only person around at any given time comforts me. I do not miss having at least 5 guys trying to get my attention while I'm on my way to the bodega on the corner in Hampton sweats, dunks and a hoodie at 10pm, maybe it's my chill Swag(good grief I hate that word) vibe. Right about now that inner loneliness is starting to bother me, and having the guys here constantly try and take me on dates I have no interest of attending, is not helping. I like someone but I know better than to put all of my eggs in one basket especially when dealing with guys. Maybe my chronic introversion is keeping me from finding that person I don't mind going out with, that understands my quirks and embraces them. Don't misunderstand me a mate isn't needed but would be welcomed and embraced... This project i did a few weeks back sums up what i want from a SO, it's not finished yet so please keep all criticism constructive, please and thank you...Excuse the incessant use of profanity, it's just one of my numerous quirks learn to love it or hit the little red X in the top right hand corner of your browser window. For now I'll let Gym Class Heroes and Berne Allen lull me into my happy place...............................................

I wish I knew what to say to you, how to tell you that I think you’re badder than the Freddy Krueger Dunks, but lets be real no one is that bad. But I wanna just do the dopest shit with you, like sit in a sunroom during a thunderstorm, eating lasagna in sweats and beaters. Tell me that shit doesn’t sound dope. I wanna go to slams and museums with you and if we’re feeling lazy we can kick back and Watch the history channel and Def poetry DVD’s in our undies. Don’t worry, I’ll watch the game with you, but during basketball season the TV is MINE. I wouldn’t mind if u kicked it with the boys just don’t get tight when I kick it with my boys. I wanna sit back and listen to violin and piano solo’s, you know I’m a nerd that way. I wanna tell you how much I want to fall asleep with my leg draped around you waist and your arm wrapped around my shoulders, because I think little shit like that is sexy. Damn I wish I knew how to tell you that your drunken conversations are as genuine as your sober ones, and that shit is hard to come by. Baby, I wanna have philosophical debates with you from politics to proper shoe lacing techniques, and after you give up, we can play video games. Tell me that shit doesn’t sound dope. We can take a walk at 4 in the morning and enjoy the silence or go to Wal-Mart and play with shit because we’re both kids at heart. I wanna run around taking pictures of nature with you in the dead of winter because the world is amazing. I want to write my name across your biceps so every time you cross your arms you embrace me. Now tell me that shit doesn’t sound dope, baby