"Why do you glare at me with such bold distain?"
I recently changed my MySpace interests box due to two emails with questionable requests... first off, here were my interests (sex, shaming my parents, not remembering what happened the night before, alcohol, objectifying men, shaking it, touching, drunken conversation, making out, cat fights, scoping guys, talking dirty, more sex)
here was the first email from ERIC - "I need ass. Can you help?"
here was the second email from STEVE - "Ever try black cock?"
So I decided to make a subtle change. I like attention, but even I have my limits.
So with the start of the college year, I think it in good taste to compile a list of goals. Or maybe I'm just a little obsessed with lists...
1. Get drunk at least once a month.
2. Get all A's. (maybe this should be first)
3. Lose the rest of my freshman 15 (or that 25 left over from highschool)
4. Continue to fill my bank account for the move.
5. Write something good.
6. And as God as my witness I'm going to screw Justin "Heeeeeey" Forsythe.
here was the first email from ERIC - "I need ass. Can you help?"
here was the second email from STEVE - "Ever try black cock?"
So I decided to make a subtle change. I like attention, but even I have my limits.
So with the start of the college year, I think it in good taste to compile a list of goals. Or maybe I'm just a little obsessed with lists...
1. Get drunk at least once a month.
2. Get all A's. (maybe this should be first)
3. Lose the rest of my freshman 15 (or that 25 left over from highschool)
4. Continue to fill my bank account for the move.
5. Write something good.
6. And as God as my witness I'm going to screw Justin "Heeeeeey" Forsythe.