Monday, May 5, 2008

greasy Italian men.

While watching Raging Bull last night, I found myself inexplicably attracted to Robert DeNiro. Well, before he got his face permanently ruined and bloated by punches and booze. But I've just never thought of those guys as my type. They're loud and crude and wear wife beaters and beat their wives. Obviously, that last part is a turn-off. Actually, I can't find any redeeming qualities to say about men like that. We both like big lunches and red wine and raise our voices when we're angry? I guess it's my inner WASP coming out and me wanting to mix up my Scottish-German heritage with Catholic Italians in a big melting pot. I hope this is a phase as there are not too many boxers from the Bronx roaming around Central Texas.

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