You know how sometimes you want something just because you want it?  Or maybe you don’t because that didn’t entirely make sense or maybe because you’re not an emotionally stunted child.  Like, have you ever kind of wanted say… ice cream.  It isn’t a burning need but you bring it up and in your mind you just are sure it’s going to go over well and everyone is going to want to go get ice cream.  Then no one wants to and everyone refuses to go.  Then all you fucking want in life is ice cream.  Like haunt your dreams kind of need.  Which is fucking stupid because you even know the only reason why is because someone told you no.  I mean like that kind of want.  Anyway, sometimes Katy Perry feels that way to me.  Not that anyone has told me no, that’s ridiculous, I’ve never met her and let’s be honest, if I did and I told her about this blog, chances are I’d be in, right? (Don’t tell me no, guys, it will just make it worse).  But I mean it is the same sort of builds on itself reaction for me.  I think about her and that just makes it worse, I go down this Katy Perry spiral where when I roll out of bed for some reason she’s on my mind, by the time I am sitting here I have eyes for no one else.  It is strange.  It isn’t entirely isolated to her, I can be a giant spoiled baby about a lot of things, but it is most pronounced with her.  I’d like to think I have the sense that if some other ridiculously hot celebrity walked into my apartment I wouldn’t turn her down but… it almost feels like I would because all I care about in that moment is Katy Perry.  It makes sense.  Or maybe it does because she is ridiculously hot.  Rational or not, today I want to fuck Katy Perry.