#7366 I confess that when I flushed one of the toilets in the 2nd floor men's room in D Vickers a few weeks ago, it created a whirlpool or something. There was nothing that would clog the toilet or cause it to flush strangely. It just started swirling up, higher and higher in the bowl, until it was outright rocketing out of the toilet, all over the floor. I thought I'd discovered an entrance to the Ministry of Magic.

#7367 I confess that I get all of my girlfriend's text sent to me and I track her phone to know where she is at all times. She has no idea. LOL #ComputerScienceMajor

#7363 It's sad that if I honestly post a confession about my desire for a genuine guy in my life, people will comment and say that I am desperate. Or ugly. Or that anyone who comments back is desperate. Or that it's a joke.

Making a confession about wanting to find your soul mate isn't desperate at all. You're not throwing yourself at anyone. You are not asking for anyone to take you on a date. You are simply stating your desire to have that kind of relationship.

I'm sorry that leaving such comments makes some people feel better, and I think that maybe they should think twice. You might actually be hurting someone's feelings.

Do not let your feelings get hurt by those guys. They're just haters.

#7368 So today I was walking from the bookstore back to the union and found a apple lap top under a bush and turned it in to the bookstore just in case someone was wondering

#7362 The concept of an emotional support animal is new to me, and I frankly don't understand it. How can you call yourself a functional adult while being so feeble and emotionally unstable that you need an animal - a worthless fucking animal - to handle your emotions for you? In my mind, that's on the same level as having to carry around a safety blanket. A person that mentally weak is just waiting for a catastrophic meltdown. We shouldn't be promoting acceptance of it and societal integration; they're in need of serious professional psychological help and need to be taken to a facility that can fortify their mental state to the point that they can function in adult society without behaving like a child.

#7359 Today, I was walking to fayard around 2. I passed a beautiful man with a beautiful beard, and he smiled at me. If you're reading this beautiful bearded man, thank you for your beautiful bearded man smile. It warmed my heart and exploded my ovaries.

#7374 I confess that I'm fed up with the way bisexual women are treated. I don't know the male struggle, but as a woman it literally makes everything harder. Neither sex trusts you to be faithful, and everyone automatically sexualizes you. No, I don't want a threesome. No, I do not fuck a different person every night. Yes, I can be trusted in a committed relationship. Bisexual doesn't automatically translate to perpetually horny. To me, it means I can fall in love with who a person is more easily, because I really don't care what's between your legs. Its bullshit that the lgbt community acts like bisexuals have it so easy. We don't. People treat us like jack off booths instead of human beings. To simplify my confession, I'm scared I'll never have love and trust because apparently my sexual orientation makes me unworthy of both.

#7371 Was at cate street this past weekend there was a white girl DARK HAIR on stage with a group of friends HOLY SHIIIIIIT straight up killin it wit da twerkin game props to you gurl