#707 I'm a people watcher. I watch people as they pass and judge them. If they are interesting I take their picture when they're not looking.

#706 whoever said it was a good idea to leave an 1/2 inch opening in the construction wall by the union, can swallow a knife.

#705 I picked up this 9/10 chick at her friend’s apartment. I took her to McDonalds and bought her an ice-cream cone. I figured I had no chance with her. She didn’t really seem to like me that much when we hung out before. We had only hung out together at parties and other social events. This was the first time that we had ever hung just the two of us.
I brought her back to her friend’s place to drop her off but we ended up talking for a little bit in the parking lot. I joke around a lot and she was responding well. She was obviously flirting with me hardcore so I went for it. She expressed to me that she wanted to have sex but we couldn’t go into her friend’s apartment because I was originally hooking up with her friend. Her friend definitely still liked me so that was not an option.
Her friend lived near a college campus so I drove around a little bit and found a dark alley between some apartment buildings. We hopped in the backseat and started kissing and taking our clothes off. She gave me head and after I came I put on a condom and we started having sex. I was on top of her, just getting it. I had always wanted to bang this chick. You could say I had a little crush on her. She’s gorgeous. In my mind, I’m losing it, to me this was incredible. In the middle of destroying that minge she looks over, her eyes widen, she gasped. “Oh my God, Anon… oh my god! Anon!”
In my mind all I could think was, ‘Yeah bitch, I’m the mother fucking man, I know babe, I’m so fucking good, you love this cock, you need this cock, you can’t get enough, etc…’
“N-n-n-no anon, look!”
I turn around and there is a black crack head junkie homeless guy with his face against my back window, hands cupped around his face so he can see better into the car. And I know all he could have seen from where he was standing was my asshole and the back of my balls.
Ohmyfuckinggodwhatthefuckwhothefuckisthismotherfuckerwhatishedoing
I hopped into the front seat and start the car. The hobo starts banging on my window. I crack it a little bit.
“HEY MAN, DO YOU GOT SOME CHANGE MAN? I GOT COURT TOMORROW MORNING AND I NEED MONEY FOR THE BUS GET THERE. HEY HEY HEY MAN. DO YOU HA-“
I grabbed a fist full of change and tossed it out the window. I threw the car in gear and hauled ass out of there back to her friend’s place. I had a good line as I was dropping her off. “I don’t know about you but that just kind of killed the mood for me.” We laughed and shared a moment.

Not a confession BUT is anyone missing a three-ft-long snake?? I found one this past Monday and am looking for the owner. Looks to me like a kingsnake. No anaconda or dick jokes, please!

I swear to god if I have to see that one band kid again I'm gonna explode. Yknow that one with the white eyebrows who only talks about being in band or makes jokes about rape and gay people. I fucking cannot stand him he is like a giant 11 year old and all he does is bother people in Bruce.

Why have things changed. I still love my girlfriend and I do want to marry her. I only see my life with her and i want to grow old with her. But sometimes I feel like I can't take it anymore. Ever since we got to unt we have been fighting more and more and I feel like she doesn't even care about my thoughts or feelings or about what I want or need. She seems to be more concerned with herself now and just with me making her happy and not the other way around. It felt like my feelings don't matter and sometimes I imagine her cheating on me so I would have a reason to break up with her. Sometimes when she yells at me and blames me for something I want to just walk out the door and say I'm done. Sometimes I just imagine a random girl kissing me or trying to pull my hand toward their breasts like how so many girls did in high school since I was completely innocent throughout high school. But I actually believe that sex ruined our relationship. Now it seems that that's when the arguing started. And I know that most people would break up with her but I wouldn't. Yes what I said is true that I imagine it sometimes when she gets mad but when she's not she's completely sweet. The way she looks at me and admires me when no one else could. Every night she reminds me how much she loves me or after every argument she admits to needing to pay more attention to me and holds me and cries saying how sorry she is. She does truly love me and I love her. We want to marry each other and I know she isn't faking her tears because I know her personality and how she acts when she fakes something. When things are bad they're bad but only for about 30 min. Until she realizes how unbelievable she was acting. Then things are amazing for the rest of the day or week or until our next argument. She looks at me likea protector or a hero. I just wish she would realize I'm not perfect sometimes. And sometimes I ddon't want to have sex but just lay together and talk. I needed to tell someone and let it out but everyone I know knows my girlfriend and there's a chance of them telling her and her getting mad or forcing me to leave. I don't want to leave her. When we get in arguments I imagine breaks but then I realize that breaks never work. So I told unt and got it out of my system. All that built up emotion is finally at least released a little bit. I don't want my emotions make me do something stupid. I now feel like everything will be ok. I can bare it. I think we are just adjusting from life away from home. Hundreds of miles away from our families and where we grew up together. And trying to figure out how to live with each other now. Since we started sleeping together my nightmares have stopped as well. So let's cheers to this. And hope for the better later.

I find myself laying down in my bed at night wondering if my life means anything to the rest of the world. Logic states that I am a small insignificant life as there are 7 billion others, some of them more cherished than mine, and most more successful than mine. I feel as though I made a bigger impact on people's lives in high school but now that I'm in college, there are many people who act like me who will easily fill a void I leave.

omg I need to poop