Moved to worcester a few weeks ago, it's been fun. I like decorating. We've been having family dinners on the weekend where we make big thanksgiving style meals. I enjoy having a dog and I enjoy having company more than I expected. I'm a little nervous though. I spent 38 hours locked in my bedroom this weekend with a bag of Molly, 36 beers, a ( Read more... )

My job. My jobs. They're both the most awful places I could imagine. I'm mad I've allowed myself to stay so long, to the point where I make $12. As if that's actually an accomplishment. I leave angry no matter how fabulous my mood was upon arrival. I'm very upset. I need a new outlet, because driving leads to chain smoking, drinking leads to chain ( Read more... )

A few things. Descriptions like hyperreflectiveness and autocentric have lead me to the conclusion that I am a schizoid. I am a passive-aggressive schizoid and there's no doubt about it. It just pisses me off because everything I read is saying that I'm basically going to die alone because of how severely detached I am from everyone, and that ( Read more... )

I've been batshit lately, and it's the best. Nicole texted me out of the blue, I haven't seen her in over a year and she sent me a picture of Daria and Jane. "Misery loves company." "You don't have to tell me that. It's the basis of our whole friendship." Perfect. :) I miss her. I love her a lot and no one I know that's met her gets it, or her. She ( Read more... )

I'm fed up today, and I need this attitude to last forever. I keep crying then laughing. This is the year.

People don't really ask much of me, but I wish they'd all just stop. I don't want to talk, I don't want to hang out or text you or watch you're stupid YouTube links. I want everyone to stop building and exaggerating off of the things I say in order to create an unrealistic and unattainable goal. I want simplicity. I really need a vacation to the ( Read more... )

I love the factory lately because I'm not stuck with negative people anymore. I chill on the other side of the factory with my new adjuster, Jamie and no one else. He doesn't get mad and is good at his job. He's hilarious. He's 37 and acts like a 16 year old, we have fun. My supervisor comes to our machine to bitch about all the stupid "broads" ( Read more... )

There's something insanely satisfying about a man you absolutely hate asking you how many times you want to cum, then shoving his face between your legs and making it happen.

This has happened at least 5 times in the past two years, and he's never taken off his pants. I don't get it. Fuck it.

I cum in the face of danger. Oooh oooh oooh, yeaahhhh
My nipples hurt so good.
I'm depressed and horny. Those are my two, constant adjectives.

I got my nipples pierced and my confidence has been through the roof.
Also, I just spent the last 20 minutes looking at hyperrealistic paintings and it made me cry. So amazing.