Hot mess is a polite way to put it.

I realize it's Sunday, but I'm throwing my faith in the internet because you can't post this shit in facebook. Well you can, but I think I'm suppose to be embarrassed.

Artist.

I replied before I saw how many replies you got. I didn't take it personally, and I didn't mean to pile on. I tend to be an 'explainer.'

I might turn you down. Partially because I have thing with saliva (I'm also not fond of wet kisses for that reason) and I've never been on the end of oral sex that was enjoyable. If I knew how to tell them what to do differently I would, but I don't and I prefer a hand job. The other part is how comfortable I feel at…

I missed it...damn

If you like cynicism and sarcasm with crankiness and are a clean person I'd share a place with you. I can wallpaper to my heart's desire like on Coronation street.

And people tell me I've waste my life with art and art history. At least I can point to something that seems more time waste-y.

QUESTION!

I had to explain it to an ob/gyn resident, my family doctor, 2 other residents. All of them asked me "So where do you put it?" I had to stop myself from saying "Clearly in my asshole. By the way, my bf and I are trying to get pregnant, and he puts his penis in that same hole. Why am I not knocked up yet?"

For the science!

10. Blank statements about something you are doing/wearing/or going ending with a question mark and accusing stare. (Winter boots? Two sandwiches? Grocery shopping? Baking soda?)

Sounds like Canadian healthcare. I haven't had a c-section, but my myomectomy to remove my fibriods was a bloody nightmare. Now, I have to have a c-section because so much of my uterus was removed that it will rupture, but after that I'm never having children. I am terrified of all ob/gyns and doctors in general. I…

Ya when they posted this on Kotaku I was shocked that I was in the 0.5%. Of course, sometimes life happens, and I'm not into anything at all. But on average, it's daily. So I guess we are the legendary drops of female maturbators, or a lot of someones are lying.

The thought makes me tired too. I'm kinda a stay at home person, and sometimes other people are exhausting.

So I'm 31, ending a 7 year relationship with my first boyfriend ever and it occurs to me that at some point (1-2 years) I am going to eventually maybe date. I have never really dated. How does one do that? Or is it one of those things you just don't over think?

I envy you. I don't shave, but I happen to be a sweaty person everywhere.

Obligatory Amanda Palmer post.

This aptly describes how I feel about the process. From By Crom.

My grandmother never cooked. She was more the offer you blue cheese, a cigarette and called you a shit disturber kinda of grandmother. I miss her.