I was discussing with a friend the other day about the strange sort of hold Katy Perry has on me.  I mean, not strange like where people go, “What’s wrong with you? Who would find her attractive?” but rather strange in that it is unique among anyone.  If I am sitting here and I want to fantasize about a celebrity… well, that happens, clearly I like celebrities.  The list of who might pop up is a long one, some people are more common than others but it’s a long list.  Katy Perry never pops up.  Just… if I am not thinking about her I do not think about her.  But then you have a day like yesterday where I am not fantasizing about anything, my mind is nowhere near that point and then I see a picture of Katy Perry and she is all I can think about.  All.  I cannot see a picture of her and not start at least sort of imagining Katy Perry naked.  Or making out with me.  Or… well, you know.  That is also a uniquely her thing, normally I am a person of at least some self control, I don’t see pictures of other pretty girls and find myself obsessed.  I do with Katy however.  She has some magic hold over me.  My friend explained it as, “That formula would boobs + legs + eyes + hair + lips + personality = you want to fuck her”.  It seems accurate.  I won’t fight it.  Today I want to fuck Katy Perry.