Just slipped and fell while wankin in the shower.

I just wish he would stop trying to fix me.

I am lucky

I am lucky

I am lucky

I am lucky

I am lucky

I am lucky

I am lucky

I am lucky

I am lucky

How is it he gets to voice his opinion, but when I do it I’m “arguing” ?

I have a little brown bag full of things acquired from trips to Planned Parenthood and the campus health center.

• 20 male condoms of various colors/styles
• 2 dental dams
• 2 female condoms
• 3 packs of ella emergency contraceptive
• 2 packets of lube

What a nice reminder of how much sex I’m not having.

Cannot believe I’m having to lecture my boyfriend about not talking to strangers on the internet.

I hate interesting attractive people with money.  You’re already better looking than me, why do you have to rub it in my face that your life is so cool cause you can afford to do things.

I will never apologize for my love of musical theater.

The most important lesson I have ever learned is how to tell other people to fuck off without feeling hesitant or guilty about it.

If you don’t like the way I look then you don’t have to look.

So all my weird physical/stomach problems I’ve been having are either due to a gluten allergy, or depression.  Fuckin sweet.

Yesterday in an underwear store a lady mistook me for a waiting boyfriend instead of a customer wanting to try things on.  Then I felt really creepy walking around with women’s underwear.  And being stared at.  That didn’t help.