Let's see what all you heartbreakers have to say.

[starsreflect]

Post a comment of anything that you want, but you must post it anonymously. It can be anything you like: A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love...anything. But be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post as many times as you'd like. Have fun.

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Hi

[anonymous]

You silly sonofagun?
It's snowing and I want to engage in sexual intercourse with a lady. I remember those steel pencil machines in 3rd grade, with pencil, pens, and mechanical pencils, I miss those. You know what is funny? Generic foods, they can't come up with a creative name, or they're too poor. "crisp potato slices", "smooth peanut spread"..what is wrong with those fucks?

[anonymous]

Once upon a time there was a strange girl. We'll call her Anna-Marie. Well, Anna-Marie had some problems. This girl was on crack, and no one liked her for being on crack. So Anna-Marie went and offed herself, cause she was on crack, and no one liked her for being on crack.

What Anna-Marie didn't know was that this guy, we'll call him Herbert, who was also on crack, and thought Anna-Marie was the greatest thing walkin'. Well when Anna-Marie went and offed herself, Herbert decided he was gonna off himself, too! So he went down to the river, loaded his trench coat up with rocks, and waded into the water.

Sadly, at the deepest point of the river the water was only 3 feet. The good thing is, there was an alligator living in the river that had gotten loose from the local zoo, and it came and ate Herbert right up! So both Herbert and Anna-Marie were dead, living happily together in the underworld.

The moral of the story? Potatos are dangerous creatures.

[saywhat828]

how did you get your background to be the way it is?? i cant friggen get it to work

[starsreflect]

My friends sex up my journal, I have no clue how they do it though, heh.

[anonymous]

I was once in love with a boy named Kyle Brian Dieker. I was in love with him from 4th grade 'til 8th grade when I was on the Washington D.C. trip and dislocated my right knee while finding a quarter in my hotel room on the first night there because he needed a quarter to call home. Fond memories. Oh! And I find it quite weird when I was getting my hair highlighted on the day of my Junior Prom, and there was a pretty cute guy to the left of me and I didn't reconize the guy 'til he was leaving. Yup, it was fuckin' Kyle. He ran out of there like a Jack Rabbit. That would be nice (I'm dead-serious) if him and I can just chat to each other for one last time. That would make me happy. I miss what we once had - a friendship. I'll always keep the good (and bad) memories together. I'll be waiting up for that chat....

[anonymous]

i picked my nose and wiped my ass... dad needs to by softer toilet paper

oh did i mention i 'played' yesterday for two hours? damn i need to get laid

ill call you tonight <3