sometimes my husband and i have conversations that crack me up.
him: you know, joan jett's held up remarkably well. in fact, i dare say she's hotter now. me: yeah. him: too bad she's a lesbian. me: isn't she vegan, too? him: yeah, i think so. me: tofu and pussy help you stay young? him: yeah, they're great preservatives.
i've been having some odd dreams lately. some of them involve friends, some of them involve celebrities i'd like to fuck. none of them, however, involve friends i'd like to fuck. oh well
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when others talk about their horrible childhood/teenage experiences/discuss their mental issues/talk about the destructive things they want to do to themselves, they're brave, but when i happen to open my mouth and say those same things, i'm being an attention whore?
i'm a little late in posting this, but i needed the time to collect my thoughts appropriately so this wasn't just a confused, emotionally distraught jumble of incoherency. i think he (and the rest of you) will forgive me and/or understand
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