You know there's a problem when you oogle Bernini's
David in class and that's the highlight of your day. On the other hand, I like to think that I'm just fully appreciating art. I am an art history student after all. I'm just leaving, breathing and eating art. I read a trashy romance once where the heroine's first sexual experience involved a hall of erotic statuary. She was later shocked to find out that objects can be a bit larger in real life. Not true of course for everyone but this is a romance novel where the heroes always have large genitalia. This is #1 Romance Novel rule. (#2 is that the heroine's breasts always heave.) It cannot be broken. Speaking of romance novels,
this is the funniest thing I've ever read. I almost peed my pants reading it. I recommend slipping on a pair of adult diapers just in case.
I'm a brunette now and I think it's affecting my brain. It's making me feel all smart and sassy and stuff. It looks reddish at the moment so hopefully it will calm down to a nice golden brown. I like red but I've been there and done that. My mom said what she always says when I alter my hair color. "I like your natural color." Like we even know what that looks like anymore. Besides, it's more fun to mix it up once in awhile.
I have a lot of cleaning to do around here but I just don't want to dammit. I think my biggest goal in life is to make enough money to hire a housekeeper. That would make my lazy ass so very happy! She'd have to do windows and laundry!
Okay, since I don't have a housekeeper I'm off to get cleaning. Word.