I'm dumb, she's a lesbian...
Sometimes in life... like right now... I just feel like taking a freshly sharpened pencil... you know, the kind you look forward to writing with, with that grainy sort of tip abundant with the aroma of... wood... and rejuvinated-pointy-gray-gaphite center, upon which the harsh artificial flourescent glistens off its matte finish with a subtle yet noticeable radiance... and just jab it into my temple...