frankenboy

you know you've done it. you're bored of thinking about people you know, have met, or have passed on the street (there are pretty people here, i tell you). so you start to make up new ones out of assorted bits and pieces and a little imagination...

thus the frankenboy, a choose-your-own-adventure crush (i can see the marketing campaign now...). what if he were built like the guy you were shamelessly staring at in the gym the other day, could make you laugh like the dude in the third cubicle from the end, and was as devoted as the kid who was in love with you in the fifth grade? or if he was smart and slightly evil like that guy i used to love working with, adorable with babies, with hair that you just want to pet? he could have darcy-esque haugtiness with legs that you want to wrap around you like the boy behind you in -- what class was that, hon? *wink* then again, how about comfortable and ... with a good background story, such as that he was the boy who cleaned your adopted polish grandfather's shoe shop? why not add an alabaster brow, just for the hell of it? (ten points if you know the reference.)

really, it's a lot like assembling a little (less annoying) mr. bill out of play doh, then mashing him all up again when you tire of him. the possibilities are endless.

as is the quality zone-out time spent in contemplation. yes, i am fully aware that i need a new hobby. yes, this makes me worry about my future. but no, i have not done a damn thing towards changing the situation. why do you even bother to ask? time spent thinking about anything other than what i ought to be thinking about is obviously time well spent.


p.s. don't any of you start with me on how perfect your real-life boyfriend already is. if you haven't tweaked him (just a leettle) yet, you will. i know you -- even if i don't.