Oy... 5 hours with Missa and Craig. The trauma will never end!! How horrible it was... Mostly I stayed as far away from them as I could get. Of course, when you get on a trampoline, it's really hard to resist jumping around and shrieking. *grins* I love trampolines! heheh!

Yeah, so that's when I realized that I need to either stay outta the way, or get another boy-toy... *smirks* Granted, the first one would definitely be easier than the second, and a hell of a whole lot less trouble. Boy-Toy... Does anyone realizes exactly what they're talking about when they say that particular phrase? Do they realize the implications spoken therein? *sighs* And, furthermore, would they dare take the challenge if they knew of the risks?

Hmm... I wonder if I would have. *arches a brow, bites a fingernail, debates silently* As it's 11:36, these rumorings might be nothing more than the insane mutterings of a being too tired for naught else, but... then again, they might be the poetic images that a soul puts out when it's most vulnerable. Hell, I'm RP'ing, aren't I? That's enough to sell anyone on the second idea.

I think I would have, simply for the reason that I hit it off so well with him on that one day. Well, the results have shown me that first impressions, though always the most lasting, are not always the truest. Granted, we still get along, and I'm sure we'd be good friends, should I ever decide to let him close enough to learn the true stories and to stop throwing up defense obstacles every which way... *smiles* A problem to commitment, huh? *shrugs* Oh well... It's me. I'm me. I always will be. Too bad for you...

Now... I know this was done in 3rd grade for most, but I was too bsuy studying. My turn.

My dream man... Needs to be kind, confident, forgiving, wise, the perfect mix of headstrong and willing, and on the stronger side of adventuresome.
He should know how to cook the perfect pancake, and absolutely love maple syrup. He has to adore my horses and dogs, and forgive my tendencies to volunteer for more than I can possibly do. Reluctance to care of what other's think is a must. He should know enough that I like flowers that smell nice, not roses; a ball and bat would be taken for more easily than a ball-gown, a horse-thing more than anything. He should be interesting in what I say, intelligent enough to keep up and debate; arguments are good for the mind. Builds character.

I told Missy the story of how I learnt the saying, "It builds character." She laughed at the mention of me flying over a jump without stirrups or reins, my riding instructor the one who had taken them away. Nowadays, if she was at all interested, she would know I do this by myself. Dru always thought I was insane, or just a few screws short of a tool box. Nevertheless, I used to be the one who won all the jumping competitions, so... Maybe I was a bit screwy, eh? ehhe Look at the horse I ride... A pumped up racing machine without an outage. Speed, speed, and more speed... Fun fun fun!