1. Writing about softball tournaments and volunteer opportunities
2. Writing about Natasha Bedingfield
Sex, sex, sex. That's all you people care about.
Last night a guy kissed me at the bar. Well, not so much "kissed me" as "shoved his lips against mine and tried to meld our faces into one..."
It was gross. That's what I get for being nice. I'll bet Jesus never had to put up with that kind of shit.
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