So what part of my brain is it that decides who I make out with? and why does it pick those people? Why can't I make out with Eddie Furlong or Travis Morrison? And furthermore, what's with the mental pictures and emotions that stick with you all day after?
Don't get me wrong. I love the guy I made out with last night. We're great friends. But seriously, make-out?? That is the farthest thing from my mind. Why don't I ever get to make-out with the guys that I really like in my dreams? It's like my brain is mocking me. "Haha! So-and-so would never make out with you, not even in your dreams! But here- this guy will make out with you- in your dreams at least!!" It's the ultimate low. And its humiliating, going a whole day thinking so-and-so the dream-kisser is actually kinda cute...
Whatever. As Eleni Mandell once said "Action is action, don't you wanna get some?" I guess some action is better than no action.