I don't believe in fat-people shaming, and I think we should respect each other regardless of our walks of life. Having said that, some behaviors need to be shamed. My father makes abysmal choices in lifestyle and diet, and has since I was young. He's sitting near 280, and he claims he has a normal blood pressure (thanks to medication), that his type-II diabetes is under control (thanks to medication), and that he will live to see his grandchildren grow. Sadly, he just experienced his first heart attack Thursday night. 59 and he could have died. With a great deal of frustration, I asked him if he was ready to take my advice. He reluctantly agreed. Over this weekend, we have cleaned out the house of 95% of the shit food (even heart attack patients get cheat meals), we've got him a gym membership, started a workout plan, and I've been educating him on the issues of health, fitness, and weight loss. Two days and he's already feeling physically better. Four times a week, I'll be taking him to my gym and we'll be getting swole AF together. Four days a week, I'll be cooking all three meals for him. It's just my hope that he doesn't reverse what I'm doing when I'm not there. I've spoken with his doctors and know what he should and shouldn't eat, should and shouldn't do. Hate me for wanting my dad to live awhile longer and enjoy life. Right now, he sure doesn't.

I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to be with these people, in this room, in these classes, in this city, any of it. I'm so done with this life because, to be honest, it's not even worth living. We have absolutely fucked everything up and I can't even look forward to anything from here on out. Please don't call me pessimistic or try to list things that are positive or things I should be looking forward to. I don't want your pity or rude comments, thank you.

To the girl at the lookout on Friday night (Sept. 19th) in the black tank top. You were hilarious on the dance floor by yourself. Good for you for being so comfortable with who you are! I hope I see you there again in the future!

I let my dog lick nutella off of my dick.

I've had sex while watching Spy Kids. At Floop's musical number we both sang along

I'm a guy, and all my friends who are girls say I have both the body and moves of a male stripper, which I'm actually considering to do.

I wear my Spyro footie pajamas when I'm feeling blue

pakistani girl who was here at UW for only one semester like a year and half ago? Whenever I watch pornstar Sara Luvv, it reminds me of her, her name was Mariam or something like that.