Wednesday, 03 August 2016 09:07 PM
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#24194 That awkward moment when you move into your new apartment and you find out the former tenant left all their sex toys under sink. What makes matters worse is you have no gloves to remove them. :(
Wednesday, 03 August 2016 06:48 PM
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#24193 So I feel weird... There's this Native American chick on my friends list, she usually posts stuff about native American history, about hating Trump and Hillary, going for Jill... Today there was one where her meme asked if white people ever felt racism when applying to jobs, when walking down the street, etc... I told her, I did, I moved to Indy to get a better future in computers... The finish that initially said I was hired, laid me off prior to orientation... I didn't go full retard saying is because I was white, when it's obvious that's why... Instead I applied to multiple other jobs around the area, most i was over qualified for (working those jobs prior to that) but did I get them? Nope, did I complain because everybody there were people of color? Nope... Instead I kept doing it and eventually landed a pretty awesome job... Trust me, racism is an ugly thing, but it comes from anyone who continues it, and doesn't fight to fix it.
Wednesday, 03 August 2016 05:12 PM
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#24192 For a really long time, I lost myself. I got caught up in a relationship that I had romanticized in my head even though the truth was that I was treated like garbage. Now that I have finally ended it, its taken a couple months to get back but lately I've been able to look myself in the mirror and smile. I walk with my head up high and I've been standing up for myself for the first time in years :) I feel like a whole new girl and it is absolutely incredible.
Wednesday, 03 August 2016 04:39 PM
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#24191 I LOVE pooping! Poopity poop poop poop!
Wednesday, 03 August 2016 04:37 PM
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#24190 Today was the last day that mattered to me. Today who I was or ever was going to be died. Today is the day the love of my life told me it was over. There was someone else. Today will be the last time I wake up with hope for the world and stars in my eyes. Every day from now on will be just a precursor to me inevitable end. The only girl I ever gave a damn for, the only one who was ever able to get into my heart, the only one who could make me happy has thrown me away like a bubble gum wrapper. What's the point to even being happy if I can't be happy with her? It doesn't mean anything to me. Not anymore. I'm just going to be a bitter old man and I guess that's how it was always meant to be.
Wednesday, 03 August 2016 04:36 PM
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#24189 On one hand I can't stand how Hentai has so much laid back views of consent and is okay with rape. It's disturbing and having seen scenes from King of Pleasure, Foxy Nudes and Night Shift Nurses (that last one....good god) these will haunt me till the grave.
At the same time, the Japanese voice actors put their heart and soul into the performances which is something I find severely lacking in live action porn. Don't get me wrong, I love me some live action fucking, but if there's a storyline, characters and plot around it, I want a somewhat decent performance outside of the "Right there, yes! There, harder!"
Yes, I do give a shit about porn plots.
Wednesday, 03 August 2016 04:34 PM
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#24188 I'm actually literally addicted to ginger
Tuesday, 02 August 2016 10:39 PM
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#24187 Campus is beautiful right now. Between the red brick buildings it's as if we are awash in a verdant sea of billowous trees and lush grass; along the sidewalks contented people smile by, bathing in warm afternoon sun; and beneath shaded recesses friends exchange laughs as strangers trade flirtatious smiles.
And yet, no matter the time - from the haze of the summer's early morning, to the peacefulness of its moonlit midnight symphonies of crickets and cicadas - I can't help but feel a deep melancholy nor can I escape this smothering solitude or fear of inadequacy.
Confession: I'm worried that all of the goals I had laid out for this upcoming semester may soon devolve into simply surviving it. CAPS is a fifteen minute insurance policy for the university and RAs have been little more than students with titles for their resumes as long as I have been here.