The School Day on Prom Day

The female orgasm, she said, "is for fun."

- Dr. Lloyd.

I was hopelessly stuck in the blog world for about 30 minutes, relentlessly focusing on this article about female orgasm. I have deemed the subject dead in my mind…some things are not meant to be analyzed like that.

Now that I think about it, it’s almost the same feeling I got when I was exposed to my parents nudity. That feeling, accompanied with the urge to wash yourself, and scrub yourself clean of the Oh-my-god-please-let-me-think-of-something-else thoughts.

And you get the recovering feeling, which is the idea you’re never going to have sex again.

Oh so gross…ewwwy *nasty images*….ewwwy *desists from the thoughts* I think Dr. Lloyd should apologize.

But, I progressed tons on my website, I’m still going to work on it next week, I know it. I’m such a slacker…I mean, I know I am when my teacher asks who’s going to need next week to finish their project, and I’m the only person to show his hand.

So everyone seemingly gives me a smirk and shrugs, knowing they won’t miss out on anything anyways. You know, the same reaction you have when someone breaks something that’s not yours, ya’think, “AWW! MAN! What the –censored- did you do?!?! Oh well, I guess it’s not my problem.”

Robert Smith is such a feminine pimp with that voice of his. Makes me want to dance,

Oh…I guess, you caught me in a lie.

*Daydreams* Eating food from “the man”, who this time around, is masquerading as a young white suburbian girl selling burgers to the fats.