I just watched “Katie Morgan on Sex Toys,” and its official: I have a GINORMOUS fucking crush on her. Cutest. Porn Star. Ever. I think I need to buy Katie-porn. Or at least DVDs of her HBO specials, because she makes me giggle and happy and smitten when an hour ago I was moody and weepy.

Dear Santa,
Katie for Christmas? I’ve been good (mostly). And I could really use the cheer. And there’s a little lonely girl inside me that never stopped believing in you, so would it really kill you to believe back? I mean, um. Porn is love. Yes.
love always, me.