I think I like eating more than sex. That is probably why I never had sex but I'm really fat and became diabetic.

Just once tonight, I'd like to fart without shitting my pants. I don't know what's up with my stomach but that's the second time it's happened tonight. I've been up all night. I thought I just couldn't sleep. Now I think it was my stomach's fault.

I actually *don't* shave before a gynecologist appointment because I think that someone who chooses to look at several vaginas daily probably has no problem with pubic hair, but showing up there with razor burn, having your lady parts look like they got acne, would be far more embarrassing to me.

I got this random urge a couple weeks ago to learn the Irish language. I'm on a 22 day streak with Duolingo. I found a free course on DCU to learn more than what Duolingo can teach me. I have 5 sheets of paper, front and back, of vocabulary and how to say it. I've got a big chunk of notecards with words on it. I put the word, how to say it, English translation, and any tip on how to remember it or how to say it. I know I'll probably never use this. I'm in America, I don't know any Irish people, I have no money to go to Ireland. But I just like learning it. It's a beautiful language. I'm nowhere near fluent or conversation level. But I am getting to that point where I can look at a word that would've looked like gibberish a month ago and have a pretty good guess on how to say it. I just wish I had more time to work on this.

I feel like I have to keep my feelings to myself. I hear those that I know say, "You can always talk to me". Once I start talking to them those same people decide they don't want to listen; or even worse, make you feel like something is wrong with you for having feelings, by giving harsh advice or opinions that you didn't ask for. Sometimes you just need someone to emphasize or plainly just listen.

Okay I know this is quite f**ed up, please don't judge too quickly. I kind of want to have an autistic child. I don't mean that I'm crossing my fingers every day to hopefully have one, and I'm certainly not going to try to damage my future child just so it turns out autistic. It's just, whenever I see a kid like that, I get this involuntary thought of "I'd like that to be my son", or when I imagine having a kid one day, the first image that shoots into my head is exactly this. I feel so bad for it, but I mostly wonder why the hell I'm having this wish. I guess it could be that I'm getting those protective urges when I see someone autistic, and my brain associates protectionism with having own children. Or it's because people have mistaken me for being autistic (I have always been very quiet and sometimes weird) and that traumatised me more than I realize. Either way, autistic or not, I hope any possible future children will just be happy.

My boyfriend is staying with me for the week while I've got the house to myself. We've been having such a nice time just enjoying each other's company and cuddling. I mean we've also been having amazing, mind blowing sex. But I'm just so happy to have him around. I can just reach over and hold his hand, I can give him a smooch, I can lay on him while he plays video games, I can talk to him, I can hold him while I fall asleep. I love him so much. He makes me so happy.

I've made out with every girl that I've been friends with. except 2, the that make me by?

I love being made to act like a dirty girl,really turns me on. I get so wet when I wear no knickers and a short skirt when I'm on the bus going to work. The thought anyone can see my pussy is amazing.I also like being spanked by my friend (girl),she is rough with me which I love and she sometimes sends the video of her spanking me to people in my phone book.I often play with myself while reading the naughty replies

What alcohol would be good with mcdonalds sweet tea?