Plonk.

I haven't been around in a while. Mostly because school started and I've been attacked with work of various sorts. My problem right now? Yeah, I can't find my Modern Euro homework. This is wierd, because I could swear I put it in that one folder that I have. But what does THAT sentence say about me? Oy.
But I miss this blog a lot. Hopefully this time I'm back for good.

So. I was considering feet the other day. Yes. True fact. Feet can be pretty damn attractive, I've decided. If it's the right pair of feet. On the right person. Or whatever. Don't even try to understand it, because I don't.
This thinking about feet led me to think about hands. I have always considered hands attractive. And wrists. An interesting fact about hands is that they can never lie. Like, you can have had thousands of dollars worth of plastic surgery, but your hands will always reveal how old you are. What does this mean exactly? I’m not sure. But it’s still really cool.

I also learned the other day that The Nightmare Before Christmas is a metaphor for homosexuality. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be that way—although it supposedly was—but it definitely ended up like that. Watch it. You’ll see.

That's all I have for today.
I still love you, even if I don't know what love is.