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Leave my womb alone.

Remember when you were a kid and crazy things seem like a really cool idea and you keep sending off cereal box top coupons for x-ray specs even though you know deep down they will never work?

Yeah, well I used to think smellivision was going to be the next most awesome thing ever. Then I grew up and encountered scat porn.

Kids are idiots.

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007 is not a penis


My questionable theory for today:

When boys send me pictures of their penises (well, not boys, only one specific one at the moment, I’m not a total hussy), it makes me want to giggle. They just look so . . . cute? Oh I know, penises are not like bunny rabbits and midgets, but try and tell me you have never seen a boy standing proud with his pecker to attention – look mom! see what I did! – and tell me the cute word never flickered across your mind; this is obviously before they flipped you over and morphed into a sexy hunk of man flesh that made you quiver in desire (I once had to read a Harlequin book for English Lit. one-oh-something; Australian education is sexy).

Girls’ bits, on the other fortunate hand of the ambidextrous, are fascinating. I wish I was gay enough to be able to back this up with some lesbian sexual fantasy, but unfortunately for all – except aforementioned lucky lad – I am not. There is something about vaginas that is so turny ony (for want of a much better phrase). They glisten and they’re moist and they have the most intimately intricate folds. Even as a straight girl, albeit with mild scoliosis, I love them! Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in months (long distance relationship is building my right arm muscles), or maybe I have penis envy, or even possibly I was really good at that game when you were a kid and you had to put block shapes into the right hole, but I think vaginas are far more sexually intriguing because you can put things in them! (more…)

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Today I was thinking about posture, and how it makes me feel totally fat? You know? It’s like when I sit up straight this roll just hangs over the top of my jeans and totally makes me feel like I’m accidentally slipping into a downward tragic spiral like Britney. And it is accidental! I mean, if I was the skinny Olsen and had nothing to do but look cute and smoke and drink coffee, I would so be as thin and blonde as them. But I’m allergic to coffee! It makes me vomit! Which, incidentally, maybe I should look into as a weight loss solution – bulimia and all. I am totally bummed about the roll though. I’m not even eating bread rolls right now, it’s all so unfair! And I have to work. I get sugar cravings. It’s just so not good. I wonder if cocaine is illegal in China? I could be just like Lindsay! And I have a friend who djs and she’s also a gaydy so it would totally be like a Samantha Ronson Lohan parallel. Awesome, have sooo got to tell her about it next time we meet! Urhhhhhm, where was I? Oh yeah, anyway, I think I’ll go shopping tonight and buy some baggy tshirts and laxatives. I am gonna rock the whole skinny chick in her boyfriend’s tshirt look. And spending half the night on the toilet is gonna give me the perfect eye bags and lanky hair. Like, totally the new Olsen sister. Cute! Wish I had Louboutins.

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