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g-g-g-ghost: easier to type than it looks
2. I got hottt clothes today, my Christmas gift from my grandmother. When I mean hottt, I don't mean in the slut-tastic sense of falling-out boobs and skirts that stop just below the labia. I mean pinstriped things, and a black lace skirt that goes to the floor. (NO FREE VIEWINGS OF MY VAGINA.)
Business casual just totally gets me hot and bothered.
3. I must develop a middle ground and stop oscillating between "I will sacrifice my life for you" and "you're not fit to say my name." Mostly I just don't have any other categories for people.
4. You think you know me, and that's the kicker. There's just so much you don't know at all. I'm saving it, I think. Just like my hymen.
No sex before marriage is such bullshit. Remind me to pick this up again later.