i like my men how i like my tea
thrown in the boston harbor
I like my men like I like my wine.
Twelve years old and locked in a basement.
I like my men how I like my meat
ground up and in the freezer
I like my men how I like my books
bound in leather
I like my men how I like my homework
spread all over the table
one on top of the other
I’m so done with this site omg
There is no real "theme" per say to this blog. its more of a whatever tickles my fancy type thing.
Me being a somewhat hyperactive college student, mildly obsessed with knitting, fuzzy animals (especially guinea pigs and fat cats), musicals, corsets, and all things british (i have been told i will never be british, which is not entirley true, but I DONT CARE). I also appreciate a good rant once and a while.