For me, fake breasts (if obviously fake) are as unattractive as a hairy men's chest. I don't find them sexy at all and I don't understand why so many men apparently do, why almost every porn star or Playboy cover girl has them. I don't say this to shame girls who have fake tits; they probably couldn't care less whether I personally like their breasts. It's just a mystery to me how anyone can.
Monopoly really brings out the worst in me. There always ends up being what we call "rape alley" where someone puts a crap ton of houses or hotels on one side or corner of the board. Pretty much wherever you land, you're fucked. I don't enjoy it. I don't want to be a spoilsport if someone asks me to play but seriously, it's going to end up pissing me off. I don't really want to be left out either, but I also don't want to play a game I'm destined to lose after hours of playing.
I crush on this guy. He has a beautiful girlfriend and he is my bestfriends crush too. I lied to my bff that I like someone else and shipping her with my taken crush.
There's not a single thing going right in my life at the moment and honestly, I'm extremely proud of myself for sticking around and still trying my best. That's all I want to say right now. If you're struggling, be proud for doing your best.
I don't know what I'm going to do once I graduate from college. I feel like this has taken up so much of my life and I've become used to the routine that I won't know what to do with myself after. I mean, I've been going to school for like 15 years total?? (Kindergarten-now) It's going to be so bizarre to not have that be a part of my life anymore. It's weird to say, but I think I might miss it.
I get through my day just counting down the time until my next break/lunch. I felt like crap today but not crappy enough to call out or go home so I kept telling myself "just make it to break/lunch then take it from there". Only 1 hour 50 minutes until I'm off work and I can't wait.
the first time i kissed someone, i was at a kid’s birthday celebration. we were in his house, in his basement. the girl i was best friends with was there, and i got dared to kiss her. i remember staring at the floor and asking her if she wanted me to, hoping she’d say no. but she said yes. so we stood up, and god, i was so nervous. i didn’t know where to look, didn’t know where to put my hands, so i placed them on her forearms, leaned in, kissed her quickly, and immediately sat back down. and all the kids went “ooooh!” but, in all honesty, when i sat back down, i felt a little confused. and a little disappointed. because when i kissed her, i didn’t really feel anything. nothing at all. it was... boring. and i remember wondering why people enjoy kissing so much and why they make a huge deal about it. but then four years later, i met this guy and he was absolutely breathtaking. even when we were just friends, i knew that i was in love with him i think i always knew. the first time he kissed me on the lips, we were in his room, on his bed. there was a thunderstorm outside and we were alone. i was nervous then, too. but it was different. he put his hand on the back of my neck, pulled me in, and when he kissed me, it was like everything else melted away it was like i was on a rollercoaster. it was like my heart was doing backflips. it was like every part of me was shouting, 'finally, finally, finally!' it was like everything i ever dreamed it would be and more. and i had this moment of understanding, and i kept thinking, 'now i see why people like doing this! now i see, now i see!' and for three days, it was the first thing i thought about when i woke up and the last thing i thought about before i fell asleep and it blows my mind how you can do the same thing with two different people and it will feel like nothing or everything depending on if you love them or not. so maybe he wasn’t my first kiss, but he was the first one that mattered.
The kine is faint, but I think we're finally pregnant. Is Ethan a good name for a boy?
I don't understand why so many people hate Valentine's day for so - in my eyes - stupid reasons. "It's just a holiday fabricated by the industry to sell flowers and chocolate" so what? Who forces you to buy something? "I don't think that there should be only one day a year to show your partner that you love them" Which law was that again that states that you're only allowed to be affectionate to your partner on Valentine's day? Do you also only show your friends that you like them on their birthdays? Do you hate your mom every day instead of mother's day? "I don't like this American bullshit" again, nobody forces you to celebrate it, so why spoil it for everyone who wants to? I have nothing against people who simply don't like it and say that when they're asked, but I despise those who take every opportunity to tell everyone that Valentine's day is shit, especially after someone was visibly excited about it. I feel that people do it just to seem cool and smarter than anyone else because they "don't fall for the trap". As if making someone happy on a special day is bad.
I hate my life so much and yet I don't do anything to improve it