To whoever I caught pissing in my managers coffee at work this morning with the UNT shirt on.

I don't know why you did it, but I FUCKING LOVE YOU!

Are white girls really the best it was at oral sex?

My name is [ ]. I am twenty-six years old. I live in the American Garden Buildings on West Eighty-First Street, on the eleventh floor. Tom Cruise lives in the penthouse. I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, in a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the icepack, I use a deep pore-cleanser lotion. In the shower, I use a water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey-almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb mint facial masque which I leave on for ten minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an after-shave lotion with little or no alcohol because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final moisturizing "protective" lotion... There is an idea of a [ ], some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping you and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.

I need new friends, but I'm shy and a little socially awkward.

Taylor T. is smokin sexy

I'm afraid people view me as a total jabroni. I don't showcase my skills enough.

I seriously want to drop out of school and be a bum.... Waking up in the morning is just to much work

I just wanna find a fratty man that will smoke a blunt with me every now and then. This should not be that hard to find