Speaking of Sex - a bit of a story I was writing.

We just slept after that. Nothing happened, and I am pretty happy nothing happened, because, honestly, I was not ready. Then again how do you know when you are “ready?” Does your vagina wake up one day and then suddenly it tells you that it is “ready?” Or do you just know? Or do people mean that they are so horny that they finally just want to fucking get it over with?

Maybe it’s something simpler. Like one day you look at the guy you're with and just know that he will take of you and won’t be a mistake. Then again that is not very simple. Quite complicated actually.

Panic! At The Disco's "Vices and Virtues"

I used to be an incredibly large Panic! At The Disco fan. Completely devoted to the words they sung, but this album just killed it for me. I am not going to say it's horrible, because it has good moments. But I can't listen to it all the way through. I skip along and/or just hate myself for not enjoying it. It really does have moments. Like the beginning of "The Ballad of Mona Lisa," which has such a great beat that it gives me hope, but as the song goes on that hope disappears. It's those "woah"s that help it disappear. It reminds me of thousands of other pop rock songs. It irks me to not like it, because I want to like it. I want to love it. Scream with utter fucking joy at it's brilliance, but I can't do that. Like I said before, it does have many great moments. The song "Sarah Smiles" kind of sorta reminds me of "Pretty. Odd." , but it still can't not beat a single song from that CD. "Vice and Virtues" breaks my heart.

Standing

There

Alone

In a

Lonely

Alley way

Thinking about

You

Thinking about

Life

Here it comes

Here

It

Goes

A moment of clarity