- People who know what they want. I'm jealous of the kids in 8th grade who didn't go home crying (not that I did, mind you. What a loser that would have made me!) after the highschool guidance counselors came in and told us we had to have our lives mapped out in three days. I'm talking about my cousin in specific - the one who told the family that she wanted to be an astronaut when she was 3, and who is now in Huntsville, Alabama going to college for astro-physics (or whateverthefuck you go to school for before you're a fucking astronaut).
- People who's kittens will give them THREE SECONDS OF FREE TIME in which to write a godforsaken blog post about them. And then they also don't spend the next YEAR trying to BITE OFF MY TENDER UNDER ARM AREA WITH THE FLAB AND THE BITING OH MY GOD.
- Guys who can grow facial hair. Not cause I think it would be fun or anything like that, but because.. well, damnit, it looks sort of fun. Also, they can change their appearance all the time, or go without shaving and it actually makes them sexier. I think I've mentioned this before but OH MY GOD, THAT WOULD BE GREAT.
- People who don't feel like they could possibly eat ALL DAY LONG.
I've got to go, my fiance with the Very Recent Muchos Free Time is drawing feet, and he needs a model. I'll cover up my dysfunctional little toes, and hopefully he won't be into details. Like toe hair. Not that I have toe hair, because Oh My God, How Gross And Unladylike. Eww.