Here is Debby Ryan.  Again.  After just a week.  When I told you I hadn’t really found her attractive before last week.  See, my brain does this.  It can’t be entirely stunning that someone who never misses a day of posting and keeps a catalog of objects of lust would be a little obsessive.  I am totally though.  Like I will really like burritos one week and eat burritos every day.  Like, eat out and get a burrito, make my own burritos, hunt down the best little burrito place in the city.  Every day burritos and then man, I am sick of burritos you know?  Suddenly it’s all about like, stuffed peppers.  These aren’t metaphors or anything, this is real, I am not talking about like, a sexual burrito and I am not about to offer to stuff Debby Ryan’s pepper.  Mainly cause I don’t even know what that means and I don’t want to commit to some sort of strange sex act.  So she could be this week’s burrito.  Or she could be just a brand new staple, like oatmeal.  I eat a lot of oatmeal.  Again, oatmeal is not a stand in for anything, I just think it is delicious and filling and easy to make.  So I don’t know which she is, I just know I am finding her more attractive the more I think about it.  I am just afraid now I am going to start associating her with food and that could lead down some strange roads so enough for that nonsense, I am just going to wrap this up.  Today I want to fuck Debby Ryan.