Sarah's mocking me for being "pure" again. I'm weird, somehow, for not understanding how cheerleader pom-pom things could be of use with...you know. Apparently this is abnormal. I'm sorry, just, all my (rare) dirty jokes involve Freudian psychological theories. I'm a nerd, ok?

I may be cracking up. I spent all of last night drawing what the smell of coffee sounds like.