Today is the day that I admit that I'm a sex addict. I love sex! if i go without sex for even two days i get bitchy and anxious, which usually ends up with me becoming a bitch to my friends. idk what to do about it and i'm not really sure if it's a legit problem. i've had fuck buddies in the past but we only got together maybe twice a week, which just isn't enough for me. UGH what the hell am i suppose to do?

I like to masturbate to Mary and pretend it's Mariah Carey.

Anyone have a suicide count in Denton yesterday? If half the people on these confessions have dedication to publication I'm guessing at least 10.

Smoking cigarettes is fucking cool kids. Don't ever let those anti-tobacco ninnies tell you otherwise.

Who wants to take a roadtrip down to West, Texas and make sure Westboro Baptist Church can't picket anywhere near the funerals?
As much as I doubt they will come, it wouldn't hurt.

Hey Bruce, why so stingy with the syrup?

Every time I come to eat breakfast at Bruce, the same 2 guys are always asleep in the lobby area. I feel bad because I automatically think they have a shitty roommate. :(

As much as I hate dating, there's always that one thing that happens that makes you decide you're ready for a steady relationship.

Mine happened after a night out at Rockin Rodeo. I brought this random girl home and we started the passionate act of gettin down to buidness. Everything was going great, we were having a grand ol' time. Suddenly she stopped and exclaimed how her period wasn't until next week. Confused, I looked down to see a small pool of blood where her crotch was. This made me very sad. She then began to berate me for not having black or red sheets in place of my baby blue sheets. I wasn't sure what to do, but to apologize that my favorite color is not acceptable to her period standards.

She then asked if I had ever earned my "red wings". I was a bit apprehensive about this offer until she reminded me that she couldn't get pregnant being on her period. BOOM, I was back in the game. After it was over, our business concluded, I made her breakfast and ushered her out the door.

As I went back to my bed I ripped off the covers to inspect the damage. There was blood. Blood Everywhere. It was like a gah damn Freddy Krueger movie. Among the carnage were various hand prints all over the bed that look like somebody was trying to crawl away as they were to stabbed to death. After I threw up a bit, buried myself in shame, I bleached the hell out of those sheets.

I still lay uncomfortably in bed knowing what was there. Heaven forbid somebody black light my covers and haul me to jail for murder. You guys, seriously, there was so much blood. I think I might have PTSD. Anyway, back on topic, I think I'm done with one night stands for a while. Y'all probably gonna find me back in the dating pool looking for an easygoing predictable normal girl much to my chagrin.