I am writing this at a state of inebriation so I might regret this later. But damn I wish Flagstaff had a bdsm community. Or just the b part. At this point I am willing to pay someone just to tie me up for a couple of hours.

Ok I need advice. What does it mean when... You have a fb for a few years and the sex is AMAZING. Like the best you've EVER had. Ever. Nothing has ever gone past fb. Not even a blip but they show random signs of caring towards you that makes you think. Then your fb moves away. Then says no communication at all because any communication is just torture because your fb wants you so badly. Now about a month after that, a text pops up basically saying "This no talking stuff isn't working, I can't stop thinking about you." Do you think there is more to what that person is just saying on the surface? Because I can't stop thinking about that person too. And I've kept my feelings at bay because my fb had made it clear that it won't go beyond fb. BUT again that person does stuff that makes you wonder. So...I don't know what to think about this...

We get it. You have mental issues, your friends have mental issues, your dog has mental issues. Have you ever thought that maybe what you consider to be mentally unstable is really just fucking normal?? That pretty much everyone is dealing with different shit. You all claiming that you have this and that mental disorder is just a different game of 'oh well I got less sleep then you' and does not make you as special and unique as you think it does. You are not only giving more money to psychologists but you are also invalidating those who really do have mental instabilities such as asperges or autism. So stop being sensitive children and stop using illnesses to justify your behavior.

While getting my name called during graduation, I let a slow smelly fart go. I hope Rita got a lung full of my ass.

That moment when you are only 10 Pokemon away from completing your Pokedex! Such an exciting moment!! And the new Pokemon games come out in November! #pokemonsun #teamrowlet

I'm actually really freaked about graduating. Feels like everyone around me is moving so fast... getting married, grad school, moving to another country... Guess I should be content with finding a job but fuck.

I feel letting in masses of Muslims at this point is no longer a good idea. Look at London, there are now neighborhoods where brits are no longer welcome, and Muslims are trying to establish Muslim law. I'm not against the religion itself, nor am I racist. I know there are many peaceful Muslims throughout the world. But the bad are spoiling it for the many; there are too many wolves in sheep's clothing, and the sheep are doing nothing to fight back against the wolves, they just let them waltz into power.

I graduated last December. Most of my 4.5 years are full of happy memories, but every now and then I regret my major because of the cliques and rude professors. The coursework wasn't the issue, it was constantly feeling like I had no friends in my department and like the professors hated me, even my personal advisor. I don't know if there was much I could have done differently. I wish they had given me a chance, instead of sticking to their first impression of me as an awkward person.