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Did my history test today, and I can say without a doubt, with all modesty, that I am made of win. Complete and utter undiluted win.
Just finished a 29 page report. Uni sucks ass
It does indeed. I had to write six 25-30 page technical reports for a lab... about things like fluid flowmeters and heat exchangers. So boring. Next semester should be more of the same.
Weather here is crappy. Humid and warm.
but of course.
On an unrelated note, you don't have a dick, do you?
Bah, who needs german. Well, I'm sure you do to pass the grade, but that's... well, that's that.
And I'm not sure you answered my question? At least not in a way I like >.>
an excerpt from my journal-
think I have an irrational fear, a phobia, a subconsious disturbance, a nagging thought, a deep-rooted perversion of all that I percieve to be beautiful. This fear, this doubt, is
that every girl I like, am attracted to, am in love with, admire, etc.
has a dick.
I don't know why. Well, I have an idea. Remember how I used to like Ariel? Well, she's always talking about her "huge throbbing man-cock". I konw she doesn't really have a penis. But it still unnerves me. I cannot imagine Priya with a ten-inch schlong, but that might be because I'm sure she has a vagina. I've handled it, etc. However, the same cannot be said about any other female I come into contact with on a regular basis. Loren, Becky, Ariel, and a couple others I cannot think of. Which is for the best. Because the more I think of it, the easier it is. See, now I can picture Cassie with a cock. This is horrible. It's been happening for a couple weeks now, but more severe the last few days. I know it's stupid, but phobias are irrational.
Also, part of my fear is that their dicks are bigger than mine, though I think that's due to my own shortcomings (and this is crossed out, and a space is after, because...) ****, now I can't remember the word I was going to put after because I made a joke at my own expense. It's a pun. Ha, april fools mother****er. It's not inadequate, it's... uh... it's like psychological problems, I'm pretty sure it starts with a vowel, i or e or something. Whatever. But this is going to bug me. I bet tomorrow I'll remember the word, but will have forgotten why I wanted it. Damn.
(wait five minutes) INSECURITIES! Tat's the word. Insecurities. I imageine Loren has a huge dick because I'm insecure about my own penis size and whether or not girls want to have sex with me! Yeah, I'm a ****ing... a regular... damn, what's that guy's name, the psychiatrist, psychologist, wanted to **** his mother... not van gogh, he's an artist... he dealt with the subconscious... I'd probably remember better if I weren't writing so much.
Not Rorscharch. He did inkblots.
Whatever. It doesn't matter. I had other stuff to say but I don't remember.
(then later, I wrote) I've also been spoonerising lately. I don't know if I said that already.
Why I do declare....
And you've been talking to Lemonking havent you? :|
Oh god Que
The guy's name is Freud, by the way.
Dived in The Great Barrier Reef yesterday, w00t!
In my world everyone is a rotting corpse being eaten or ****ed by wild animals
It's not rape if the corpse's rotting.
By Bash, you do mean a Party don't you? Any other interpretation is just unbelievable sick and messy and worth bringing up.had a huge bash at my house thursday night...just finished cleaning up now