Please, touch me, I pray.

Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.

Good things come to those who wait.

The human body is the best work of art.

My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.

V-Day…if you need this one day in a year to show everyone else you truly care for “your loved one” I think it’s quite stupid. I hate this commercialism. It’s all artificial, and has nothing to do with real love.

I was flipping channels, watching this cheerleading program on MTV. They took a field hockey girl and “transformed” her into a cheerleader by the end of the show. I was just wondering: what if she liked field hockey better?