So if you don’t know, we form stronger memories around strong emotions.  It’s why we remember a great date, or the greatest night out we had with our friends, or the birth of our children, or the death of our loved ones.  If there is a strong emotion behind it there is a strong memory.  I know this because in school it was a way that they try to tell you to study.  It never made a lot of sense to me, like what are you supposed to do, kill your pet so you can pass Criminal Justice?  Sick bastards those professors.  But that is why Pixie Lott is here.  No, not because she killed my dog or anything.  I don’t have a dog.  And even if I did I don’t think she’s that type of person.  She is here because I have strong associations with her and people I care about.  It’s kind of a silly connection but it means that Pixie Lott pops into my mind because they do.  And it means i have very positive reactions to her despite the fact that I really shouldn’t care about a British pop star with no presence in my country whose music I don’t listen to.  I do care though because she makes me think of people I think are great.  Also, you know blonde.  British.  Those are big things for me.  And obviously this post should really just be something, something, legs, because I know you guys love her legs.  I don’t blame you, I like her legs.  She is leg porn.  I get it.  I like it.  I like her.  Today I want to fuck Pixie Lott.