sonofapunk

Fuck this. Fuck you. Fuck me. (Guess which I'd prefer?)

I'm sick of this fucking settling bullshit. I'm picky, and I have extremely high standards... But just this once, I'm not going to make any sacrifices, compromises or settlements. Fuck it. Girls are fucked. What I'm going to do, is instead of falling in love with the qualities a woman already has as opposed to what I prefer, I'm going to look for the qualities I already love, but am yet to find in a woman...

With this session of typing, I will create, and bring forth, a mate that is custom made for me. The words that I type will bring my deepest desires and thoughts into reality as opposed to a chemical reaction at the back of my skull... And so she shall exist... My destiny woman...

She will have a fucking mohawk, or liberty spikes, or insanely vibrant hair (or any variety of these things).
She will love punk rock music.
She will love ska music.
She will love reggae.
She will be into many things, with broad horizons and tastes.
She will show me things that are new to me.
She will love trying new things.
She will have an open mind.
She will be able to accept that (we all make errors, and) she's done something wrong, and although she doesn't have to like it, she can live with it, learn from it, and live more wise ever since.
She will know how to skank.
She will know how to longboard.
She will be covered in piercings that actually look good, as opposed "I need more body modification".
She will have beautiful tattoos.
She will be the most gorgeous woman I've ever met.
She will be so fucking stunning that everytime I see her, I will fall in love with her everytime I set eyes on her.
She will actually know how to be intimate.
She will not have a bad reputation.
She will not have a haunted past (not meaning events, but meaning how she's lived and learned since whatever has happened).
She will be honest.
She will be generous.
She will give as much she can give.
She will let me give as much as I can give.
She will enjoy incense.
She will like to eat.
She will know that there's more to life than personal gain, power and wealth.
She will be a social butterfly.
She will be street smart.
She will live on the edge, but know how to stay safe.
She will be a good kisser.
She will have an intolerance only to ignorant, intolerant, closed-minded, jaded idiots.
She will like to hold hands while skateboarding.
She will enjoy quiet time alone with me.
She will mean what she says.
She will have good judgement in character.
She will enjoy a good moshing, and also enjoy being right up against the stage.
She will respect a romantic gesture.
She will take things as they are, and if overthinking things is a necessary plan of action, her social behavior won't be affected to the extent of unnecessary conflict.
She will have reason behind her actions.
She will not have any random hang ups that require me to accept that there's a strange thorn in my side, and I'm not allowed to question its purpose or reason.
She will be willing to tell me everything.
She will know how to stand up for herself.
She will know how to stand up for me.
She will know how to moderate her consumption of intoxicants.
She will know how to be sexy.
She will know how to be cute.
She will know how to be formal.
She will have manners.
She will have a decent vocabulary.
She will have a decent harsh-vocabulary.
She will be all for unity.
She will be willing to grow and learn and expand her being.
She will be accepting.
She will fight for what is right.
She will know how to turn me on.
She will enjoy a foot massage.
She will express herself creatively.
She will enjoy infinite displays of affection.
She will give constructive criticism.
She will have dreams that are meaningful to her, no matter what social mode it does or does not fit.
She will fight to make her dreams come true.
She will be grateful for the little things she has/had.
She will be grateful for the big things she has/had.
She will wear Chuck Taylors.
She will be feminine, but not restricted to such.
She will appreciate the difference between a man and a woman.
She will laugh at everything possible.
She will be universal, but not androgynous.
She will love the beauty that makes us different, and yet all one.
She will flaunt what she has, but within reason.
She will have an affixation for dressing up, scooping any chance she can for a costume party, and impressing the shit out of people with her creativity.
She will know how to say no.
She will love to say yes.
She will have an opinion, and she will know when it is appropriate.
She will love the sun's warmth.
She will love the mischief we can get away with under the moon.
She will think outside the conditioned norms we are forced to think within.
She will exercise critical thought.
She will not be set in many ways, knowing that the human brain is always learning, growing and expanding.
She will know how to compliment people properly.
She will know how to say things to me to make me feel how she wants me to feel.
She will learn from her mistakes.
She will treat others how she wants to be treated.
She will be knowledgable in the arts of body modification.
She will make the harsh things not seem so bad.
She will make the days seem shorter.
She will make the days last longer.
She will tell me what I mean to her.
She will want to hear how much she means to me.
She will teach me many things.
She will learn many things from me.
She will be willing to fulfil as fantasies as much as she would dreams.
She will be in touch with reality, but know how to manipulate it enough to make it seem like fantasy.
She will be adorable and cute and innocent, and at the same time fucking brutal, vulgar and guilty (and she will know the balance between the two (and she will know when to sway one side or the other)).
She will enjoy showing me new things.
She will accept the fact that each individual is unique, and no matter how similar, people are different.
She will understand that everyone has a personal preference.
She will have a cute laugh.
She will laugh often.
She will enjoy my sense of humour.
She will be a good listener.
She will be a good talker.
She will tell me more than I need to know.
She will love staying clean.
She will love getting dirty.
She will enjoy that long, broke road-trips and vacations and adventures make you stinky and gross, and she'll long for the first shower on the way back.
She will appreciate the little cute, menial, endearing gestures I do for her.
She will be attracted to me physicially.
She will hate greed, but she'll never stop wanting and aspiring.
She will tell me her stories.
She will want to hear all of my stories.
She will be a woman of experience.
She will take the time to learn and educate herself about something before ever jumping into a commitment with it.
She will have a bold sense of playful spontaneity.
She will make me remember.
She will make me forget.
She will have a sense of mystery about her being, even though she'd tell you anything and everything you want to know.
She will love interaction with animals, no matter how cute or beasty.
She will have a heart for a lot of things most people don't.
She will hate hypocracy.
She will be completely devoid of unnecessary conflict.
She will be the most attractive woman I've ever met.
She will have a signature scent, whether she's stinky or squeaky-clean, I'll be able to detect her fragrance.
She will try to understand, and if she can't, she'll continue trying.
She will be a woman of wisdom.
She will be a collection of thoughts, ideas, theories, and dreams.
She will know how to handle negative issues.
She will have excellent control of her emotions.
She will never be afraid to let emotion show.
She will laugh in the face of danger.
She will "get totally fuckin' rad".
She will love to bake.
She will love to eat baked goods.
She will love candy more than any human should love candy.
She will appreciate the little things so deeply, it would seem as though she were sheltered her whole life (but she's not, just ever-grateful).
She will like vibrance in her life.
She will have an eye for colours.
She will make all the girls jealous.
She will make all the boys jealous of me.
She will make everybody jealous, until they met her, and then they'd appreciate her friendliness.
She will be good at talking to strangers.
She will make as many friends as possible.
She will recognize and exercise friendly duties.
She will love to imagine.
She will love to play.
She will have a love for the creepy, the mysterious, the paranormal, the eerie.
She will love the rockabilly, punk, and ska subcultures.
She will have a personal style that is unique to her.
She will live as much as she loves.
She will love as much as she lives.
She will be a good thief.
She will know how to tell a lie to get her out of trouble.
She will have a set of good, sensible morals.
She will never do wrong against another person, but will lie, cheat and steal from corporations.
She will cuddle me to steal my warmth.
She will cuddle me to steal my coolness.
She will cuddle me for the sake of cuddling me, no matter how uncomfortable our temperatures are together.
She won't get squeamish at silly nonsensical things, and know how to control her emotions and behavior around blood, sweat, spiders, vomit, etc.
She will hate violence.
She will have a broad sense of humour.
She will be sensitive and compassionate, yet desensitized to the harshness of reality.
She will be drop-dead gorgeous, but knows how make a lot of good funny faces for photographs.
She will be happy anywhere she goes.
She will do things to herself, for herself, by herself, but she'll never forget me.
She will independant, but prefers the company of others.
She will look extremely fucking good in whatever she wears, but look twice as good naked.
She will have an ever-expanding set of skills that will complement myever-expanding set of skills, and together we will be the world's ultimate weapon.
She will be a good teacher.
She will be stunned at what I can teach her.
She will have a sexy voice, unique to her.
She will always say what she thinks, but knows how to exercise discression.
She will know what to do and what not to do to avoid unnecessary conflict.
She will have the tendency to bitch and moan and complain as much as anyone else on this Earth, but she'll do so playfully, with a smile, half-joking her way through her issues so the world can never truly bring her down.
She will be able to recognize and avoid negative influence.
She will take care of her mental and physical well being.
She will take care of me, and let me take care of her (knowing that as much as it sucks, it's important to accept that even heroes need saving sometimes).
She will enjoy candlelight.
She will be supportive of all the little, seemingly-nonsensical things that make me happy.
She will know how to tear shit up.
She will know how to take it easy.
She will be able to laugh at herself.
She will admire me.
She will respect me.
She will bask in my respect and admiration for her.
She will never tell and excuse, only reasons.
She will take any awkward moment, and make it a comfortable one.
She will be obsessed with me, but she will not be limited to this.
She will have a life, personality and brain of her own, as much as I will be a part of these things.
She will make me feel appreciated.
She will make me feel worthy.
She will make me feel special.
She will make me feel more.
She will be just as happy dirt poor as she would be filthy rich.
She will know the meaning of life.
She will know the secrets of happiness.
She will know what love is.
She will make the hurtful things feel beneficial.
She will remind me of the things I forget.
She will love me.



She will be mine.



She will be.