Yep, instead of a real doll, it's my cat. You know, minus the creepy sex stuff. *hangsheadinshame*

I had the copper one for a year and it was my nightmare. Terrible cramps, so bad, I was on painkillers for a time. I finally had it taken out and had the Mirena put in. It was marvelous! No periods, no cramps! And I've never had children. Insertion sucks, but they gave me a Vicodin beforehand.

Just look at those balls. They were asking totally asking for it. Did you see those boxer briefs?

I had a guy in fifth grade approach me and ask me if girls poop. I was horrified. I thought he was joking and tring to embarrass me, but I learned later that he really didn't know. Later that year, he tried to give me a necklace. I ran away and hid behind a wall. Sorry, Robert, I know you were probably trying to be…

I'm currently feeling this. All of this. In a relationship with a writer. Going through this now. Currently in phase 4 of current short story. I'm helping him edit. Might not have been best idea, but it meant a lot to him. Wish me luck.

I've gotten this one too. Those guys were the neediest of all my relationships.

Oh, my BF and I are pretty good at this. I read like a speeding bunny rabbit, and he's the turtle. By the time he's (finally!) gotten around to a new book we've agreed to read, I've probably gone through it already (maybe even twice if it's really good).

I absolutely adored the inclusion of "shutity up" in Time Heist. I had to pause because I was laughing so hard.

That is pretty much what went through my head. I'm really embarrassed now. I'm really glad for private moments of shame like these that I can collectively share with others. It's a learning experience. :)

I immediately thought of Thomas Kinkade as well while reading that. I always wondered what was so fucking great about his generic ass paintings.

My boyfriend is not even on Facebook. Does he only exist in my mind?

I took a tour of a plantation home. It was very educational in that it showed the very stark difference between how slaves and slaveholder a lived. The whole experienced was humbling to say the least.

Nah, I'm pretty well adjusted now. Though it was awful embarrassing to realize that one day in school that not everyone called their vaginas boogeys. I can't remember what everyone else was calling them back then but it definitely wasn't that!

When I was growing up, I was told that my vagina was to be referred as as "the boogey." This was coined by my aging grandmother, who somehow got a say in this matter. I had no idea that this was not a normal thing because I was also very sheltered and not allowed to interact with other children outside of school.

When I was growing up, I was told that my vagina was to be referred as as "the boogey." This was coined by my aging grandmother, who somehow got a say in this matter. I had no idea that this was not a normal thing because I was also very sheltered and not allowed to interact with other children outside of school.

When I was growing up, I was told that my vagina was to be referred as as "the boogey." This was coined by my aging grandmother, who somehow got a say in this matter. I had no idea that this was not a normal thing because I was also very sheltered and not allowed to interact with other children outside of school.

When I was growing up, I was told that my vagina was to be referred as as "the boogey." This was coined by my aging grandmother, who somehow got a say in this matter. I had no idea that this was not a normal thing because I was also very sheltered and not allowed to interact with other children outside of school.

Holy shit. You just won the obscure reference Internet points for today.

This is what I came to see. Thank you for not disappointing me.

My ex hubby told me that he didn't like dating pretty women because they would, being the gluttonous sluts that women are, cheat on a man if they could.