Habin: the object of my desires.

But first, it's time for a gay moment.


I don’t have much for today. Just have to get a little something off my chest.

I’m going to going to get down and personal with ya’ll with a little something that has been plaguing my mind. I know I may have bored all of you with this topic before, but I must document it here on the blogosphere so it’ll go down in history. Mnd you this topic has infected my noggin and transformed all consciousness and reason. It has consumed me to the point where not a moment goes by without feeling the effects of it bearing down on my soul.

Dissecting Asian Females.

It all started last year when Rachel and I noticed how unnaturally cute the female Asian population is at our school. I do not want to take credit for the idea, and I doubt Rachel does either. But fact is fact and I’m not one to rewrite history. We formulated a plan, flawless in nature, perfectly crafted to suit our needs.

Step one: Pick our target female. (I chose the gorgeous Korean girl wearing the cowboy boots)
Step two: grab her off the streets.
Step three: gut her.
Step four: wear hear to school the next day.

You think me crazy? You think Rachel crazy? That’s fair I suppose. But think about this: would a crazy person be able to so calmly tell you the facts as they are?

We soon forgot about it. We went about our summer as though tiny little homicidal seeds had not been planted in our brains. All was well until Habin came along. She sits across from me in pre-calc. She wears purple boots. Her skin is flawless.

Mrs. Golden rambles on about formulas…
All I want to do is grab her.

X values…
Grab a plunger.

Range and domain…
Gut her.

And don’t forget the homework…
wear her.

One day we got into groups for a project. The assignment was to measure our partners height and wing span.

I had Habin.

I felt homicidal is I slowly unraveled the measuring tape and placed it against her warm flesh. As I started from her purple boots and worked my way up the back of her body I could not resist imagining where the best place to put the zipper would be. On her back? No…too obvious. On her front? Not very subtle. Perhaps on her sides, and then I can put her arms on like gloves? Perfect. My mind was deep in a foggy silence-of-the-lambs miasma as I sketched her measurements on my paper and a nearly undetectable but very real rapist smirk began to show on my face.

I’m seeking counseling in the morning.

I want this sweatshirt. Mostly because the modal in it is extremely attractive.



and partially because it saves lives. Check it out:
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Bye.