Look, I don’t know how my brain works.  I mean clearly.  All week I have been like, “Yuck, I hate models but here’s a model”.   Ok, well, not hate models, I like models but I claim they don’t stir as much deep inside me as other people.  So I don’t hate them. (Unless you’re a model and you somehow find that sort of disinterest attractive.  Like, say… if Kate Upton is reading this.  If all this time you’ve just been looking for someone who doesn’t like you well… yes, I hate you.  Gross.  Models.  My ask box is open).  But this week has been like model, model, model.  And today is Miranda Kerr who I admit is pretty but doesn’t do much for me.  Except now she’s been here like twice in a week.  And I don’t know why other than I woke up thinking about her.  And sometimes that goes away.  Some days it just intensifies as the day goes on.  Today is the second kind of day and it means I just have to post her.  I mean, she’s beautiful, I am not complaining.  She’s obviously pretty good at her job because… I mean she always looks pretty and is incredibly popular?  This is one of the issues with models, I can’t articulate what makes them special.  It boils down to me rambling and admitting she has a really nice butt.  She does have a really nice butt. I guess you’ll have to just take my word for it since I didn’t put it in any of these pictures.  Whatever, you know how to use Google don’t you?  Today I want to fuck Miranda Kerr.