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Hey, everybody, it’s Katy Perry.  Let me explain to you the process of how Katy Perry usually shows up on this blog.  Something happens that makes me think of Katy Perry, a picture, a mention, I see a girl squirting whipped cream out of her bra, you know, the normal stuff that you cross in every day life.  The more I think about her the more I think about her in this whole snake eating it’s tail situation.  Usually I have already picked earlier in the day though so I shrug and figure it will pass.  Some days it does but sometimes I wake up and she is just there because there is something special about the way Katy Perry tickles my brain.  Everyone has their own personal preferences and whatever it is about her tickles a special part of my brain and she is just there, drowning out everyone else.  That’s today, she’s not going away and I can’t help but think about how gorgeous she is.  Today I want to fuck Katy Perry.

So despite the fact that I have claimed Taylor Swift doesn’t really do much for me she is making her third appearance here.  I can’t really explain it because most of the time she doesn’t do anything for me.  She seems nice and all but I don’t particularly lust after her and have found her vaguely annoying for reasons that can only be described as my personal issues.  Maybe not the best thing to say when I am writing about her because as I said, it’s me not her and I know she has legions and legions of fans who would tear me to shreds if they heard me bad mouth her, or you know she might write a scathing song about what an ass I am.  But she is here today and I can’t explain it.  I have spent the last half an hour trying to figure out if she was really who I wanted to post but she just stuck in my mind so here she is, today I want to fuck Taylor Swift.

I obviously find Katy Perry attractive.  I say obviously because she has appeared here a lot and those who know me know I like her a lot. Sometimes, even I have a tough time coming up with something to about a girl and sometimes Katy is that way.  I mean, I can go on and on for a long time about almost nothing but the real issue here is that sometimes you can’t quite explain it.  Obviously she has a body on her and I happen to like the outfits and hair and spectacle that is part and parcel to her.  But that isn’t it, most of the time I don’t really ever think about Katy Perry but man when I do… it’s all that’s on my mind.  She seems to touch that lizard part of my brain, something primal that makes me want her.  Some girls are like that and she is and today is one of those days so today I want to fuck Katy Perry.

So it’s Katy Perry again.  Yay Katy Perry?  I mean, yes, yay Katy Perry.  Good job being hot and getting my motor running but man I don’t have a thing to say about her at the moment.  At least not without repeating myself.  I feel bad about this, like if I am going to be inspired to lust after someone I should be inspired to talk about them.  But I have nothing.  I kind of wish she wasn’t dating John Mayer cause that guys really seems like a douche.  I mean, I am not one to judge and I don’t like slagging people here but… that guy has a thing about him.  She’s a big girl, I am sure she can handle herself but I dunno, that guy seems slimy, I don’t wish him on anyone.  You know who I do wish on someone?  Katy Perry.  On me.  Yeah, that’s my clever segue for the day.  I told you I had nothing say, I just… well, you know, today I want to fuck Katy Perry.

Let’s get this out of the way, yes I realize now as I am typing this I put up a picture of Ariana Grande in front of a Kleenex sign on this blog.  Yes, I am sure there is some subliminal message there or something but really… it’s just what I chose.  Though, you know, if you have a good joke about it knock yourself out, I’m not touching it (heh).  Anyway, Ariana makes her return and the reason is pretty simple, she’s cute as a button.  She is a tiny girl and yes, I have noticed smaller girls often seem to have this innate ability, though, I suppose it’s more likely learned, you’re tiny, it makes being cute easier, being cute helps you along in life, thus you continue being cute.  We can debate all of that some other time, whether social skills and coping strategies are nature or nurture, right after I run out of girls and this becomes a SocialSciencesIwanttoFuckToday.  For now though we’ll talk about how adorable she is and yeah, it can’t all be an accident.  She could wear leather and carry a whip and cover herself in tats and piercings.  She would likely still be attractive but unlikely as cute as she is wearing pink dresses and skirts and doing what she can to look small and innocent.  Thing is it definitely works, she catches my eye, I do find her adorable, and I find I am often charmed by her when I get a chance to see her on screen.  It’s kind of that simple, it’s why today I want to fuck Ariana Grande.

So I watched Katy Perry’s Part of me.  Mainly because I have these free codes for Red Box that are about to expire and at my core I am so cheap I would rather spend 2 hours watching a movie I don’t want to see than give up a free rental.  I can’t say it was a very good movie but an argument could be made that the movie promotes and artifice becomes reality if enough people believe it theme that says a lot about the current pop culture landscape.  If perception is reality and you can convince enough people that the affectations you’ve embraced are actually an expression of your core being then it becomes who you are.  Existence precedes Essence… sort of?  I am not sure, it’s late and I am likely thinking too much about it but it does bring about the interesting nature of pop stars and why they so often take up residence in our fantasies.  When Brittney Spears was the biggest Pop Star in the world I was always fascinated by her ability to be all things to all people, the innocent, godly, underage sex kitten, the Wet Hot American Virgin.  Her songs and motions sold sex and so many bought it but just as many bought the idea of a girl waiting for marriage, innocent and naive, too pure for it to even occur to her that dressing up as a catholic school girl and gyrating suggestively might be a sexual awakening for countless 13 year olds with MTV.  Pop icons are what we make of them and they are different things to different people because it’s what we want them to be.  Katy Perry, daughter of a Minister, Christian Singer and good girl; Katy Perry, whose first single celebrated faux-lesbian titillation and is a walking sex goddess.  Half the popularity of someone like this is it doesn’t matter who or what she really is, nor does it really matter how she perceives herself.  We have a movie now trying to show us an image of what she wants us to see at least but it likely won’t matter, with pop stars more than any other artist, the artist becomes art and once art is in the world it’s not longer under the artist’s control, it becomes what we make of it as we view it.  Which is why Katy is here tonight, I have my own image, my own picture of her in my mind and it’s a desirable one.  It might have nothing to do with reality, it isn’t important, reality doesn’t come to play much in our relationship with celebrities, what’s important is how we perceive them and what that says about us.  For me, right now, at the basest level it says today I want to fuck Katy Perry.

I am fascinated by dreams, or my own at least, and wonder just where they’re coming from.  I guess we’re all interested in our own dreams, it’s other peoples that bore us to tears.  I have a lot of strange dreams, if you know me well I have probably told you about at least one I have had about you.  Now, I can figure out what a lot of them mean, most often my dreams involve me tricking people in very clever ways.  Well, they’re clever in the dreams, in reality they aren’t very clever, everyone else in my dreams is just an idiot.  Clearly the meaning here is that I think I am smarter than everyone else.  I’m comfortable with this, I mean, I’m not always right about it but am more often than not.  Of course, sometimes I have sex dreams.  I know, stunning that someone would run a blog like this and occasionally sex pops up?  But this what I mean about meaning because I’m posting about Taylor Swift because I am only thinking of her because I had a dream about her.  The thing is, I don’t really like Taylor Swift that much.  She kind of annoys me for reasons I can’t fully articulate.  I don’t talk about it much because there are people I know who think she is the greatest thing in the world (which is strange because they know me, obviously that should make her second at best, right?) and I don’t like assaulting what others love.  But she’s not for me.  Except she showed up in my head.  So she is for me?  It’s all very confusing so I am going to just say it’s because I do like her latest single.  Everyone go enjoy that while I kind of sheepishly admit that today I want to fuck Taylor Swift.

Some girls, at some moments, have something magic.  Now, this should surprise no one who has ever bothered to read any of my entries but I tend to over intellectualize stuff.  Not always but often. This of course extends to sex and sexual attraction.  Thing is, there is no mathematical formula for why someone does it for you and why someone doesn’t.  Sometimes you see a girl and it’s just something primal, something carnal and you can’t explain it.  You might try but then it boils down to “She’s hot” but that doesn’t really describe what is really going on, it’s almost like something in your core.  It’s not a want, it’s a need.  For whatever reason at the right moment Pixie Lott inspires that in me.  She has today.  Today I want to fuck Pixie Lott.

So New Girl started again last night and it basically took until the first note of the theme song when I was like, “Oh yeah, Zooey Deschanel is amazingly hot”.  I mean, her voice is just so enticing, there are few things sexier than a girl who can sing well.  Of course, she’s also just adorable, it’s kind of her whole thing.  And she’s funny.  She’s surprisingly divisive for someone who is basically just cheerful and pleasant all the time but I don’t want to get into that all over again.  I will just say I adore her.  I find the way she acts charming, I find her entertaining, I find her attractive.  Today I want to fuck Zooey Deschanel.

This sometimes happens, someone doesn’t appear at all or in a long time and then twice in a short time.  I wonder if anyone else is like this.  I figure most people aren’t, I know people who have been in love with Angelina Jolie since Gone in 60 Seconds, or who still get excited when J-Lo or Britney Spears show up.  I am not one of those people.  I am capricious or arbitrary or disloyal perhaps but I lack that sort of consistency in lust.  Now, part of that is that it just seems dull to me, it’s a fantasy, why on earth would you tie yourself down to one fantasy for the rest of your life?  My creativity will not be restrained in such a way.  Of course,  it isn’t all because I am so brilliant and boundlessly creative, I am also kind of obsessive.  I am the person who will be in the mood for tuna sandwiches and I will get 10 cans of tuna, eat only tuna for lunch for two weeks and then decide I am sick of tuna and not have it again for six months.  Basically, what I am saying is that… girls are like tuna?  Well that didn’t go perfectly but I do that with girls as well.   So Pixie Lott is here and lord knows it likely isn’t her last appearance, at the moment I really, really find Pixie Lott attractive.  Her amazing legs, the things she wears on her amazing legs, her pretty smile, the mixture of youthful innocence and clearly not so innocence, the light freckles across her nose, her eyes, and so on.  And I am not wrong about any of these things.  Nor will I dislike any of these one day but, well… it’s been a long time since Kim Kardashian showed up.  It’s not like her body got less curvy in that time.  I am just over it.  Until I’m not.  And then who knows… hopefully I’ll come up with a better metaphor, like um… ice cream?  Well, right now I am into Pixie Lott.  Right now I happen to think she is gorgeous and desirable.  Right now, today, I want to fuck Pixie Lott.