my "type" is typically one of three, each one based originally on one particular soul:
1. george harrison. putting images of him and my beloved colin greenwood side-by-side i finally answered my ex's old question of why colin and not johnny? hell, it even explains the ex.
2. my painful crush freshman year of college. he set the standard for my love of tall, gangly men. richard ashcrofts of th world, know that someone out there will always appreciate your beauty.
3.the goofy fuck who broke my heart sophomore year of college. and broke it good. goofy fucks of the world, know i appreciate you, too.
the man who will be my husband in 30 days and counting fits none of these molds... or maybe all of them in some strange way.
i think that's awesome.
i am pretty good picking my friend's types... unless those friends are boys who like boys.
also:
mash-ups of the clash and gwen stefani are no better really than whitney houston/u2 ones. being a hipster does not make it ironic and permissable.
and:
stoli is not, as i was led to believe in college, a top shelf vodka. top shelf should not give you a hangover from two cocktails.
posted by trixievw @ 10:34 AM
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you know what my type is? i don't even think i have a type. is no-type a type?
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