At my first job, I used to open up and get the office ready for the others who came in. When I got this responsibility I would show up earlier than needed so I could masturbate in the office of the property manager and the assistant manager using some of their stuff too. Whenever I would renovate an apartment room alone I would also masturbate in each place. Other times when I was going to be at work alone or with only the girls I would wear tighter thinner pants or my pants with hole, no underwear, and a cock ring so that way my permanent hard dick was always visible.
i have no motivation and spirit ugh. yesterday i told my mom if i have a test on monday later and that lesson is a lesson which ive been stressing about. but she didnt understand me and said to me "iTs becAuSe yOu dOnT tRy HaRd blablabla". im sad. i thought i'll be motivated when i told her or maybe she could just cheer me up or what but the truth is not
I need something to calm my nerves right now. I used to smoke or cut myself during times like this but I don't wanna go down that path again.
Neither me nor cats like onions😂
I'm surprised to say this, but I enjoy working at Walmart more than a call center. With the call center, it made my anxiety and depression spike. There was too much pressure to sell products and keep your handle time low. But if customers won't take what I'm pitching and they won't get off the phone, that's not my fault. Plus the entitled, angry douchebags made me not want to come back in the next day. I was miserable, I thought it was my fault for not having the money to go to a doctor for medicine or therapy. But since I've been out of there, my anxiety and depression hasn't spiked. I also thought my period was making my anxiety and depression worse, but I've had my period while working at Wal-Mart and my mood barely changed. I love the Walmart I work at. The atmosphere is very relaxed for a Walmart, the customers are nice, the managers and co-workers are nice. The one downside to working there is my feet are killing me. Once I get some better work shoes and maybe Dr Scholls inserts, hopefully it won't hurt so much. But I'd much rather have achey, callused feet than a mini mental breakdown every couple of months. I know that when the holidays and Black Friday get here, I'm probably going to stress then. But by then, I'll have 7 or 8 months experience and advice from coworkers on how to get through it. I just want to do well there and maybe turn it into a career one day.
Remember Lonely Island's "I Just Had Sex" song? Well, I'm still waiting to sing with them. FML.
I went to a friends house for a party, one with alcohol and crap. Her 16yr old sister was also there, which I always saw as a sister myself, knowing them for so long. Well my friend let her sister drink, and pretty much everyone got waisted, as usual, except for myself. Well when I took my friends sister to bed while everyone was leaving, the sister begged me to fuck her. I said no and never did, explained to her it'd be better to be sober for something like that on her first time and with someone not 7 years older. Well I sat down to talk to her and she ended up kissing me, and it was a damn good kiss. To this day I regret I didn't fuck the hell out of her.
I am a lesbian woman, and after I masturbated I always sniff my fingers. I enjoy that smell so much. I just love the smell of a vagina.
It stinks that my ex got to know my mom but didn't seem that upset when she died. I get that she wasn't his mom and he only knew her for two and a half years. Maybe him having Aspergers could explain it. But I don't remember him crying at all. When I was really sad and had mild depression after she died, he said he'd call my grandma to send me to the mental hospital. I didn't need that. I was just sad! I wasn't suicidal, I didn't think of hurting myself or others. I didn't want or need a mental hospital. I just wanted his support and understanding while I grieved. He never even went to the mausoleum with me, even though it was only 20 minutes from my house. The lack of emotional support really opened my eyes to the other bullshit I went through for him. Losing my mom and having to support myself at 19 made me grow up. It made me realize he wasn't growing up with me. He was two years older than me but he hadn't matured at all since we were together. Life is too short and unfair to waste your time with an asshole manchild. I wish I could've realized that while my mom was here. It's not fair that my ex got to meet my mom and didn't appreciate her, but my fiance now never got to meet her. He wishes he could've met her and I know my mom would've liked him more than my ex. He hugs me and comforts me when I'm having a sad day and miss her. No questions asked, if I need a hug I can tell him and he'll stop whatever he's doing. He made sure to leave a spot for my mom's picture in our living room so we can always see her. It was his idea to get the picture and a flower to set up a little spot for her on Mothers Day. Cemeteries freak him out but I'm pretty sure he'd go with me when we finally get to visit my hometown. It's not fair that he didn't get to meet my mom.
I just had a taxation test yesterday and I knew it just didn't go well as my expectation. I hope the score isn't bad 😕