According to this, I am a monster in the sack; selective, but slutty; the kind of girl that lets a guy move in with her after three dates because he’s temporarily homeless; a good person; hot; and a weird hook up. I have a big heart, and I’m an asshole that doesn’t know it. I’m willing to work for it, but I’m kind of pissed that I have to. I fall in love way too easily. I’m reasonably well adjusted (considering). I might be a perfectly nice person, but I’m annoying. I swear a lot and I have a nice smile. I’m screwed up, but I know it (which apparently helps?) And I’ll make breakfast in the morning.
Eh, who knows?
LET’S DO THIS!
David Bowie: You’re selective, but slutty.
Beastie Boys: You believe that loyalty is rewarded.
Rush: You’re a man. And a nerdy one at that.
Led Zeppelin: If you’re a woman, you’re hot. If you’re a guy, you’re average.
AC/DC: If you’re a woman, you’re the kind of person who lets a guy move in with you after three dates because he’s temporarily homeless. If you’re a guy, you’re temporarily homeless.
The Pixies: Relax. You’re cool.
Stevie Wonder: You’re husband/wife material.
Radiohead: You’re angry and hurt. But you’re open to getting some professional help.
The Clash: You’re willing to work for it, but you’re kind of pissed that you have to.
The Rolling Stones: You’re hot.
Guns N Roses: You’re going to have to sex in the bathroom and regret it.
TV on the Radio: You care. Deeply. Even if you act like you don’t.
The Smiths: It’s doomed every time, but it always takes a beautiful, long while to figure that out.
The Beatles: Eh. Who knows.
I am not homeless but i am hot.