Enter your email address:
Delivered by FeedBurner
When I walk next to a pretty woman, I match her pace and for a few moments pretend we are together.
I’ve always been the person who lectured my friends about anorexia. So I guess it’s karma that I’m on the verge of an eating disorder myself.
I leave the bathroom door cracked when I shower in hopes that my roommate will one day join me.
I’m racist against my own race.