I take masturbation for granted sometimes, I really do. I go weeks without doing it and then when I do, I feel so good all over, so relaxed and loved. Haha. I have two vibrators: one is neon pink, the other is clear pink with glitter. Just thought I'd share!
Hmm. I find it funny that I'm not a drinker at all, yet one of the few times I decide to drink some stuff, I get fucked up . On Friday night, I was out with a bunch of my guy friends, and this guy Drew offered me some of his Smirnoff Ice, so I took about four or five sips. I hadn't taken into account any of the following: swallowed many pills earlier, including Zoloft, Adderall, and a few Aleve; hadn't eaten much that day, and I hadn't eaten for about 10 hours. Sooo, I'm sitting on this bench outside, freezing fucking cold, and my boys are giving me jackets, sweaters, scarves... and I'm still cold. So at some point, I get the brilliant idea of taking off my tank top and just wearing this see through long sleeved shirt instead. I proceed to tell my friends Andrew and Matt that I have a secret to tell them, which is complete bullshit. I wasn't making any sense at this point. So when Andrew is insisting I share the secret, I lift up my shirt to reveal my tits, including my EXTREMELY hard nipples (as I said, I was FREEZING). Then, the guy I'm totally in love with asks to see the secret as well . So, I show him and he touches them and licks them and it's all dandy until my other guy friends, all drunk, try touching them, too. That's how the night went, me showing my tits to everyone around... and then when I had to go home, I stand up and literally trip over NOTHING, and everything's spinning. I'm stumbling along, my legs stiff as fuck from the cold. Then I get in my car and start driving, but my windows are fogged up and for some reason I am extremely paranoid . I have never been nervous while driving until now, and I am going like 15 MPH under the speed limit. I get home, turn on the television, and can barely make out the images, because everything is completely blurry. Then I go to bed, wake up in the middle of the night 99% sure I'm going to puke , and fall back asleep.
I'm rambling, but I think that's funny. All day Saturday I felt like shit, too. Alcohol + empty stomach + lots of pills + normally straight-edge Jessika = really bad.
Hmm. I find it funny that I'm not a drinker at all, yet one of the few times I decide to drink some stuff, I get fucked up . On Friday night, I was out with a bunch of my guy friends, and this guy Drew offered me some of his Smirnoff Ice, so I took about four or five sips. I hadn't taken into account any of the following: swallowed many pills earlier, including Zoloft, Adderall, and a few Aleve; hadn't eaten much that day, and I hadn't eaten for about 10 hours. Sooo, I'm sitting on this bench outside, freezing fucking cold, and my boys are giving me jackets, sweaters, scarves... and I'm still cold. So at some point, I get the brilliant idea of taking off my tank top and just wearing this see through long sleeved shirt instead. I proceed to tell my friends Andrew and Matt that I have a secret to tell them, which is complete bullshit. I wasn't making any sense at this point. So when Andrew is insisting I share the secret, I lift up my shirt to reveal my tits, including my EXTREMELY hard nipples (as I said, I was FREEZING). Then, the guy I'm totally in love with asks to see the secret as well . So, I show him and he touches them and licks them and it's all dandy until my other guy friends, all drunk, try touching them, too. That's how the night went, me showing my tits to everyone around... and then when I had to go home, I stand up and literally trip over NOTHING, and everything's spinning. I'm stumbling along, my legs stiff as fuck from the cold. Then I get in my car and start driving, but my windows are fogged up and for some reason I am extremely paranoid . I have never been nervous while driving until now, and I am going like 15 MPH under the speed limit. I get home, turn on the television, and can barely make out the images, because everything is completely blurry. Then I go to bed, wake up in the middle of the night 99% sure I'm going to puke , and fall back asleep.
I'm rambling, but I think that's funny. All day Saturday I felt like shit, too. Alcohol + empty stomach + lots of pills + normally straight-edge Jessika = really bad.