No really. She comes up with metaphors that would rival any of the convoluted metaphysical poems I'm studying. Some of the latest ones include:

Do you have sex with the brain?
Or do you prefer sex in the eyes?
She's pregnant, so she's like a plastic fish.
Having sex is like eating porridge and cereal at the same time.

Got in minor trouble for telling people that he's a father, but y'know, if you post on facebook that you're engaged and then that "it's a girl" it's only natural that I'm going to get a hundred million questions from our mutual friends.

In other news, I remember why I don't like going on pointe in ballet, my university applications are due in next week and I haven't finished my personal statement.