dannyhiga replied to your post:i love bralettes so much like sometimes ur nips...
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dannyhiga replied to your post:i love bralettes so much like sometimes ur nips...
Nips pop lockin droppin
dannyhiga replied to your post:Just curious, why do you have a tractor/counter on your page? It's kinda creepy.
People can by pass your tracker if they use the mobile app.
tnx 4 droppin sum knowledge danny
Ur cooler than me tho
It's because I'm from Canada isn't it?
209 & 237
209-A drunken story:
On my KASA trip to Mammoth, the first years who were trying out for freshman cabinet had to drink the most. I ended up getting really drunk, hiding in a closet from the staff members so I wouldn’t have to drink more, then hugging the toilet and talking in Chinese the rest of the night. I remember slamming the door in the only Chinese staff member’s face when he tried to talk to me and then I ktfo on the bathroom floor.
Fabulous. *flips hair*
Luckily I didn’t drunk text that night. I have a really bad habit of drunk texting.
237-Something you always think “what if…” about:
This is going to get a little personal. I’m going to talk about something I find hard to talk about. Bear with me!
I often wonder what my life would be like if my father wasn’t a drunkard. I often wonder what my life would be like if he had been a loving father, a present father— a father at all. Perhaps I wouldn’t have “daddy issues” if he was a better father.
Do you know what I remember most about my father growing up? I remember my parents constantly screaming, fighting and throwing things around. There have been so many mornings where I’d wake up to chaos— overturned chairs, broken glass, knives strewn across the kitchen counter. Because my dad was crazy, it drove my mom crazy. She was there. She would drop me off at school, pick me up after school, drop me off at practice, and pick me up from practice. But she was never really there.
Who would I be if I had grown up in a normal, loving home? Would I be more confident in myself? What if I had a father who had funny text conversations with me? What were my parents like before this toxic marriage? Because to this day, I still have no idea who my parents are as people.
What if I were lucky enough to grow up in a normal family? Who would I be then?
11
11: are you seriously happy with where you are in life?
Sort of. I've made it this far