Garr. The more I think about it, the more it really bothers me that I had to take that pregnancy test yesterday. Anyone who's had to take a drug test (those who didn't _earn_ it) probably knows how I feel. The doctor was being all friendly and she went to wash her hands, then she suddenly turns around and curtly asks, "are you sexually active?" I ( Read more... )

- a song by the Bar Mitzvah Brothers, who are adorable ( Read more... )

I love ( Read more... )

*I ate a chicken with my fingers ( Read more... )

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"I'll go down on you ( Read more... )

Mom keeps asking me if I've been feeling alright. I guess I feel about the same as most of the time lately, but she thought I looked like I'd been losing weight. I didn't believe her, so I went and checked, and damned if the scale didn't read 104 pounds. That's just the strangest thing; I've been 115-ish for I don't know how long. Anyway, I haven't ( Read more... )

Garrarararrarrrr, it's Friday night and I'm at home. I'm going out later (I assume) but for now I am waiting so impatiently because I don't know how to be patiently. Did I mention that garrararrarararrrr ( Read more... )

So, I figured out how way-cool Al Angel makes his teddy bear mood icons say things that are not standard stock emotions. It was deceptively simple! But I'll never tell... unless you really care. And only then if Mr. Angel says it's okay ( Read more... )

I see: a worksheet about bullfighting ( Read more... )