Post Secret never fails to make me say something out loud. Good thing I’m always alone, otherwise a lot of people would know what a bitch I can be. Oh wait, here I go, putting it on the Internet:
- This qualifies as how stereotypically anorexic. aka delusional. aka everyone knows you think that, no one will tell you it’s not true and you’re really a shadow of yourself that no one wants to really know anymore because it just takes too much effing energy to have a simple conversation with you.
- I have never been this into politics.
- Um. Okay. So you one-nighted it? Sad, but happens. You were drunk? So were a lot of us. You were high? Almost as popular as being drunk. Not using birth control at a party? Completely irresponsible and I hope you get regular STD testing.
- So, you’re racist in your dating preferences, so as not to appear racist?
- Yes, because when someone appears to be dumb, we all think it’s cuz they didn’t finish University. Not just that they’re dumb. And that their mensa post cards are used as coasters. And that they think mensa has something to do with women being bitchy every month.
- Welcome to feeling worthless. To being undervaluing to yourself. To being a battered person. You fit the bill completely.
- Huh?
Zoeyjane’s ridiculous secret, unposted?
I used to think that penises had censors. In movies, you never saw fumbling, there was never any, “there? oh wait, wait, no, don’t. okay, there…” and most definitely, there was never any “oh! um, nope! not there, either. ” Imagine my surprise the first time, when like, direction was needed – I was sure we were doing it wrong.
