My relationship with Demi Lovato is interesting (to me and only me but let’s be honest, this blog is internet navel gazing at it’s most severe) in that I go long swaths without thinking about her or anything.  Demi Lovato is not at the front of my thoughts in day to day life or anything and if asked for a list of celebrities I am most attracted to (which running this blog I get asked a lot and I always kind of want to point to my blog as the answer) she doesn’t come up.  Because I don’t think of her.  So she is not at the forefront of my thoughts but she is clearly always rattling around in the back of my mind.  It has been pointed out to me by some friends that I have always been attracted to her.  Like… when subjects that would involve her came up in the past, like which former Disney Star is the hottest, apparently I came down very firmly that Demi Lovato blows the competition away.  Stuff like that.  I don’t even remember.  My point is though, that like… I almost forget Demi Lovato exists.  Tuesday I maybe couldn’t have pulled her name out of a hat if you had asked me for the 50 hottest celebrities.  Yet, the second I see pictures of her the reaction is always the same, “Holy shit she is gorgeous”.  Without fail and, again, pointing to my blog, she is indeed in my top 50 most posted people.  Much higher than 50 actually.  Because I am very, very attracted to her because she is just gorgeous.  But my brain has some strange block that I can’t explain.  I find it interesting.  You are bored.  I’ll stop.  Today I want to fuck Demi Lovato.