Apparently the answer to 'what does it take to make Hannah legitimately say a prayer' is 'diarrhea on the interstate'.

My plans for the day involved jerking off and then maybe going to the store for cookies, but I may have overdone it with the nipple clamps and now I can't wear a shirt, so going to the store will have to wait.

Last night my sinuses cleared in such a way that they produced an audible, prolonged squeal inside my head.

My digestion continues to be a mystery to me.

Part of that dream was about blowjobs and part was about begging to be beaten, which would have been a whole lot hotter without the blowjob.

I managed to get off twice while Tumblr was down.

I wonder if getting explosive diarrhea within an hour of eating something means your body digested less of it and therefore you'll get slightly less fat than you were otherwise going to.

I'd never missed a period in my life until this past June and now I'm missing them right and left.

Woo, bellydance class tonight was quite fun and now I need to do a fair bit of work.

I JUST HAD SEX AND IT FELT SO GOOD ( except I am drunk and vaguely sleepy so I couldn't get off and I was too wet to feel a lot so it was actually kinda shitty).