I am not dying. I am neither pregnant nor afflicted with intestinal parasites. Apparently these things I am suff'ring from are the side effects of Amoxicillin. What fun.

I must know for statistical purposes: How many erections do you get a day (estimate as accurately as possible)?
If you want to keep your identity secret leave an anonymous post, your identity matters not... but your data does, so RESPOND, o keepers of the phallae.

Well, tis always the season for amusing myself:

Journal meme

1. My username is ____ because ____.
naughtibiscotti. I made this journal ages ago, while in some childish mindset or another. Guess I felt "naughti." And it rhymes, ooooh ( Read more... )

Today I am more alone in my head than usual ( Read more... )

Holly and I went shopping for eight hours. I bought lots of lovely clothes that fit, which makes me immensely happy. A brief overview: Goodwill--->Plato's closet--->Pantera bread--->Gabe's--->the mall. Some most fabulous items:
1. Goodwill: A frilly tulle poof-skirt, that I intend to wear under a huge ballgown gunmetal skirt I have never ( Read more... )

Got inducted to Phi Theta Kappa earlier. I woke up at 4:00pm, hopped in the shower, dried my hair, and slapped on some makeup, all in a hurry as I was under the impression Rose needed to be at the school at five (She offered to drive me, as she was to help set up). I must have asked her about 5,000,000 times "d I look okay? Are you sure?" I felt ( Read more... )

I've been feeling particularly bothered as of late.
For a long time.
I've been hiding so deep within myself that I'm lost. Even my masks wear masks to hide from you, and you, and especially you, and even from each other. We don't know ourselves. I'm sick of that. You don't know me. There's not really much to know, not really much to hide ( Read more... )

First things first ( Read more... )

Advise me please ( Read more... )

1. I had a fucked up dream just an hour ago during my unrelenting slumber wherein I was to be performing in a play called "the curse of the 26th wife" or something similar, and I was in a room alone on a bed with the man I was to be "marrying." He kept fondling me, which was mightily disturbing. I don't remember how dreamMollie reacted to this. ( Read more... )