The problem with spending an epic amount of your young life documenting said life as it's happening is that for some reason you sometimes get a fierce urge to recount certain moments. I have these random bouts where I go and reread old journals and I come away feeling really odd ( Read more... )

You know what? There is something a little bit wrong with the balance of the universe when someone who is still in possession of their V-card is the one giving someone who is devirginated sex advice. Really. This is like, the second or third time in the past few months that I've managed to astound a few of my coworkers with my knowledge--and they ( Read more... )

I want to put this into print so that if/when the occasion comes around, I will not fall into the trap ( Read more... )

How do you know when you're over someone in that sense ( Read more... )

I saw Blonde Bond not once, but two times today, and he didn't acknowledge me though I at least said hi. Dear Self: You astound me with your occasional stupidity. Did you not talk about this to the therapist last week? On the good front: I was not bowled over by his hotness the way that I have been in the past. So I am either getting over him or ( Read more... )

Sometimes I sincerely wonder if the universe is just screwing with me ( Read more... )

Because, for some reason, I am in a meme kind of mood: Pick five songs that are currently in your music library that you think that I would like.

I was reading the backlogs of Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Books and I stumbled upon this article, which states that men who have deeper voices are more likely to "produce more children than their ( Read more... )

I really, really wish that I didn't lack a fundamental ability to just let go.

*This is vague cheating at the concept of One Sentence Updating, but I feel that this needs clarification if you've never seen the quote from Peanuts before; and I am referring to: Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

Okay.

I was on the way to school yesterday, when I looked up and I'm behind a red pickup truck. Which is no big deal; this is Texas and the US in general, people drive red pickups, red is a popular car color. What made me notice this particular truck was the name of a fraternity in the back window. I know of only one person who has something like ( Read more... )

I should no longer be surprised by what can be found on the internet, but: badeyebrows. DEAR SWEET GOD. Mine do not look that bad, and to see how bad it COULD be, just go. The straight line girl had me howling for about an hour straight ( Read more... )