Woodie, Monkees, & Me

"There is a message for you on the pigeon"-Mike Nesmith
"It's possum with a P (not an O). That must be some weird Northern thing"-Sones

Good thing Sony got my Monkees tape for me. Now I can stay up till 5am watching it! Heh heh. I don't even want to think about all the piles of work I have to do right now. It's easier and funner to watch the Monkees battling ghosts in a haunted mansion or playing sticks in a fake music video or running from mad scientists.

Traits I like in a guy:
Someone who's actually a GUY and gets guy stuff done. I'm not really into guys who like acting like girls. This is why I didn't like most of my boyfriends in NY--they all wanted to be girls (go figure.)
He has to be remotely good looking, but really it's his intelligence and humor and character that matters most. I want him looking good wearing a cowboy hat with the personality of M. Nesmith. Maybe he's lived on the streets for a while and got some street smarts. Then he worked his way off the streets and makes a decent living. I want him looking good with dust on his boots--he knows his way around a ranch. This boy's lean and hard and cool!
He has to be strong-willed and yet gentle when it comes to me. He has to protect me against weirdos and bad things and set me at ease.
I'd like him to be creative, but mostly talented at whatever it is he loves to do. He should have passion for whatever he's doing. I can't stand lukewarmness!
Taller than me!
C'mon is this REALLY TOO MUCH TO ASK!?
I have no clue why I'm sitting here at 5am watching the Monkees and thinking about all this.

If I weren't a Catholic I'd be the biggest, badest criminal this world has ever seen! (Refer to those Woodie Guthrie lyrics....)