Blog 9: Leaving sex to the feminists is like letting your dog vacation at the taxidermist.

As devon was being creative (remember his new obsession with making music) he was strangely dreaming about taking a vacation. The thought struck him as so odd he wondered what was happening to him.

“Am i losing it too just like Pink?” thought Devon to himself.

 Perhaps though, in his current state of mind, he was ready for a change or sorts.

 “A vacation would be a nice divulge from the current monotony of Castle Apartments,” Devon thought to himself, “I fancy a beach of sorts.”

Devon continued to piddle away on his new laptop for a while, dreaming of a beach houses with beautiful women serving him sweet drinks. The thought of a beautiful woman stopped him cold in his thoughts.

“When was the last time i had a girlfriend?” Devon said out loud in his room.

He thought of the different women he had seen that lived in and around Castle Apartments. He didn’t really fancy any of them, but he didn’t exactly not fancy them either.

 “perhaps i should try to be more social, more out there.” Devon thought. “I sometimes do get tired of living in my head. A life change? Ah well...”

 There was Spring Patterson, she was alright. Lucy Collins and Kindra Lee were also possible options. Devon had never been particularly good at talking to women, he needed practice. Most people get that kind of skill in highschool, but judging by his highschool experiences, the practice he received was close to null. Deveon knew he needed a change, but he wasn’t sure about how to go about it, or whether other people would accept his change as well.

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