The Drummer

Okay, now that I've mentioned my stupid drummer-guy fantasy, I feel the need to elaborate. Actually, to be perfectly honest, I want to elaborate, because thinking about it just gets me really happy.

Cue the flashback waves (reference: Saved By the Bell. Remember how they always did that? And they always made the corners of the screen blurry.): It all started with a family trip to Vegas. We were waiting at the stupid, pathetic arcade in Treasure Island. My cousins were running around; I was marvelling at the Starbucks, trying my darnest not to give in to the caffeinated temptation. Anyways, I turned my head and there was this cute guy sitting on the bench. He looked like he could've been in an alternative band or a punk band or something (thus the drummer thing. bands are so sexy). His head was shaved, but you could see just these little hairs growing back and he had these dreamy sideburns. This dude was not only cute...I think he set the standard--I want to marry a sexy drummer-man with the sexy sideburns. And let's not forget the intellectuality. That's a must. To summarize, this is how I came up with the whole i-like-drummers thing. That, plus my burning love for punk and emo music. Oh, dear me, this entry was so insignificant...but it made me feel better, that's all that matters.