But it's a skinny, slightly geeky type of guy. In a business suit. Taking off articles of clothing. With a lot of hip movement and focus on said hip movements. And I'm ashamed to say it, but all of these elements at once have a way of inspiring naughty thoughts. D: there's something very wrong with me, what the hell
But anyway, abrupt subject change... here's a conundrum: I did not take my antidepressant yesterday morning, and yet I felt perkier and less depressed than I have in several months. Huh. I mean, I haven't stopped taking it, I'm just switching to taking it at night. But yeah, I think there may be something wrong with that.
Dudes, I have a class on Alfred Hitchcock now and it rocks. And, as I observed in class today, how are boys from the early twentieth century all SO MUCH HOTTER? It may be the suits.
Also, wtf, when did Facebook become entertaining? Nooooooooooooooo fuck.