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Why hello there, suicide girls.com! It's been a while --3 years in fact-- since I've been a member, but I've returned upon the mysterious gift of an anonymous stranger. I'm not sure who decided that after 3 years gone they needed me back, but I sure am grateful. I have a lot of catching up to do around here, but it's mostly familiar.

Still I'd...
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You know you're getting old when you sit down and question the sort of physical ailment that is causing you to be as....shitty as you are. I miss the days when "tired" meant I had had less than 4 hours of sleep, and not that I was always groggy and numb no matter how much I slept, or what I ate.

I've never had to...
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cinnamongurl:
This is a really old blog...so, uh did you have diabetes?
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Why does SG chat suck so much? If it isn't eating up precious RAM with..whatever the hell sort of techno-magic it is that causes that chat engine to be perpetually laggy, its full of uninteresting or snooty assholes whom won't have you in their precious conversation unless you've got the secret decoder ring that came in their box of Holier-Than-Thou-io's. Christ, they could at least...
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deunan:
I hate it, too. I am just so bored! mad
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I have to ask what it means when I go to a cheesy strip club and I can't even get low-end strippers to come my direction for a five-spot of legal tender. I mean, it shouldn't matter what I look like, right? These are strippers! Strippers are like the T-Rex from Jurassic park, only instead of only seeing motion, they only see in singles. Waving...
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cinnamongurl:
I don't think you are creepy...... whatever
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<b>I suck at things</b>

In any given field of human practice there are a small number of people who have an innate and unlearned capability to excel. Sure, they DO have a learning curve, but they are starting that curve at an exceptionally high level. They have an inborn capability to understand whatever it is that they participate in. I happen to hate those people....
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It's that time of year again. No, I'm not talking about the coming of Autumn, which is marked both by the turning of leaves and the Freudian-esque phenomena of the American male populous becoming strangely fascinated with sweaty men in tights tackling each other. Rather, I speak of another bout of seasonal colds. Yeah, you know the ones.


Anyway, due to my recent sufferings at...
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