I don’t know if this quite qualifies as a confession, but it’s my decision so I’ll say it does.
I was 28 years old before I figured out why my mother told me to wrap pads in tp or in the wrapper the next one comes in before throwing them away. At the time, I thought it was to hide them better.
I’m looking for a new apartment and it’s so irritating. It should be so much easier than it is. You would think with the internet being what it is that landlords would get a clue. Craigslist is free and easy to use. So far things seem to be about the same as 10 years ago when I was looking for my first apartment.
I’ve had a lot of sex (by most people’s standards), with different partners and for various reasons. One of the things I’ve learned, looking back, is that I’ve had the best sex with the guys that I was most attracted to.
Great sex, for me, has not been about how big the guys dick was, how experienced/inexperienced he was (one of my top five had only been with one other girl before me) or the various positions he uses. It has all come down to attraction.
Upon entering a single-stall public restroom, your first order of business should be to lock the door behind you. You know, to prevent other people from barging in on you and see you doing your business. It’s embarrassing for both parties when something like that happens. Especially when you can both clearly see who the other party is.
For some reason I’ve been thinking a lot about public bathrooms lately. I think work inspires me to write about them. It did today anyway.
I have certain weirdnesses with public bathrooms. I like them, and all, considering I won’t go to the bathroom (number 2) at my friends house if they’re home/awake/in the house. But I hate bathroom talkers.
I am the queen of public restrooms. (That doesn’t sound like a good thing, does it?) Being afraid of someone (that I know) hearing me in the bathroom has led me down this path. I would rather use a dirty public restroom than one at my friends house if poo is involved. I don’t care if people that I don’t know can hear/smell everything. They are not important.
I don’t know who teaches little girls how to put on makeup, but no one ever taught me. Are moms supposed to teach little girls this rite of passage into adulthood? Do girls just experiment until they get it right? Am I just weird?
I rarely wear makeup and, when I do put the extra effort into getting ready, I feel like a clown afterwards. I always have the immediate urge to wash it off.
I hate my pubic hair. I hate my lack of pubic hair. I don’t know what to do with my pubic hair. As of yesterday, I was letting it grow. Today I shaved it off like a porn star. (I suppose they wax though. Owwie. So not happening here. I have my eyebrows waxed and that’s painful enough. I can’t imagine someone ripping all the hair out “down there”. That would also mean exposing someone else to my vag, which I can’t imagine doing either.)
So after wearing my diaper all day, I got home and was going to swap it for a tampon. I reach for that box of tampons on the top shelf in the bathroom and…the fucking thing is empty. What retard puts an empty box of tampons back on the shelf so I would assume there were actual tampons in the box?
Oh, that must be me because I doubt my husband uses very many of them and he’s the only other person in the apartment.
So I got my period at work today. It was great because it meant I had avoided the pregnancy virus that seems to be going around lately. It was terrible because there were no tampons in the bathroom. There were, however, pads. I’m not a big fan of the pad because it makes me feel like I’m wearing a diaper.
So I had a big decision to make-feel disgusted while wearing a diaper or go out and brave getting tampons.
