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My platonic friend Paul, well sorta friend I guess, has become facinated with the state of my body hair. When I'm fuzzy, makes fun. When I'm smooth, he still makes fun. But he makes fun in a nice, non-malicous sort of way. I hope that in my own little way, I'm helping the world by convincing at least one boy that girls are not naturally hairless. Boys are funny that way. It would be so nice if they got over that. I will admit, I still shave if I'm wearing a miniskirt or if I'm going on a serious… Continue

Let me say first of all that I am very, very stupid. Last month, one of my friends said, "I have this tiny bit of coke left, do you want some? I dumbly said yes, needing or wanting it somewhat bad. I had some mistaken notion that I needed to dance on the edge of derangement in order to "truly live," but I said yes. The stuff looked a little, well, brown, not at all similar to my mental picture of cocaine-color, but after only snorting a few lines ever before I was no expert. I hoovered it up and… Continue

Is it odd to be excited about new underwear purchases? I certainly am. And yes, I am going to devote my first entry here to underwear shopping. If you don’t care to know, you can skip this.


You see, in the last three days, two of my bras broke. On one, the strap’s stitching came undone and it fell off. That one was my very favorite, as it was one of my only padded bras that made my chest look presentable. The second one was my black lacy bra, and both hooks just sort of fell off of that one. F… Continue