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I am quick to reach for a bottle
when depressed, horny, festive, or too bored.
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| I had a thing for Dave Siegel. I think it's passed now. At least I can be comforted by the fact that I am not the only one on the mailing list who is prone to crushes. | |
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I don't have bangs.
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| I probably take reproductive health for granted. I plan on trying for a daughter 5-10 years from now. | |
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I miss having fuckable friends.
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| My husband thinks I love him. I am too chicken to tell him the truth. | |
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My coffee is not fit for human
consumption, further proving that I am not human.
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| I forget to throw away used sniffly tissue, so it kinda winds up piling up until I notice it. | |
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I finally did get some weed.
It had no noticeable effect, but I understand that is not unusual for the
first time.
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| I think my cousins finally read my journal, and that's why I haven't heard from them in awhile. | |
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I get lonely a lot. I get
horny a lot. Not always both at the same time.
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| I was asked what I am most interested in. I don't know. How can I not know a thing like that? | |
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My children already have a vague
understanding of the menstrual cycle, and a fuzzy concept of how sex works.
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| I don't have much ambition. | |
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I am screwing around doing this
instead of working. Then again, it is lunchtime.
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| I have been known to lust after women in black leather. | |
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Whenever the dogs start shedding
more than usual, it is all I can do not to shave them.
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| I may have gone too far proving how sweet and nice I'm not. I might now come off as a cruel and brainless slut. | |
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I am ready to murder a certain
couple in New York because they are impulsive fuckups, infinitely selfish,
and destructive to everyone and everything around them.
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