Why do women like to go to the bathroom together when you are in a group of people? They take a very long time there. I have never been inside a women’s bathroom before; is there some special lounge or bar or massage chair that is in a women’s bathroom which is not found in the men’s bathroom? Also women seem to go to the bathroom at the same time because the lines are always very long for that bathroom for some reason.

Alright, so it was basically the apocalypse. Constant tidal waves/hurricanes were going to hit everywhere until everyone drowned. Everyone knew that it was going to happen and exactly when it was going to happen, but no one could do anything about it, so everyone gathered in this one area together and just waited. I was super scared and crying in my dream when I found out what was going to happen because my biggest fear is drowning. Everyone gathered at one spot to wait to die, which was a really nice beach with a bar and chairs and a bunch of other stuff. The first tidal waves start to hit and after each one, everyone was throwing up these red squid-like things, and the taste before throwing it up was REALLY nasty, it was really salty & just horrible. But not just salt water taste, it made your throat really hot and burning and it was just crazy.
So at first the tidal waves were pretty small, but each time one hit they would get bigger and bigger, and I found that if I hid behind this one building, none of the water got me. I brought only my little sister behind it with me, which is really odd because we NEVER get along with each other. So we were hiding back there for a long time and found that there were these monkeys in cages behind the building near us, and they kept trying to scratch and bite us. After awhile we left that area because there wasn’t going to be a tidal wave for awhile, but when we went to go back there, there was a huge group of people there so we couldn’t fit. Then the waves started to get really big and that’s when I woke up.

I was at a friend’s birthday party the other day, and everyone was just hanging around her living room. The guy I like happened was there, too. He’d sit really close to me, with our arms and legs touching.

He wrapped his leg around mine, so that my leg was in between his. o_o;

And I was going to change the song playing on the iPod speakers, because the song that was playing was getting old, and he happened to be sitting on one of the tall bar chairs in the corner that that was directly in the iPod. I jokingly told him to "close his legs, you slut," because his leg was in my way. And then he moved his legs so that they were even farther apart. So I went on and moved toward the speaker, thinking that he’d get off the chair and let me change the song if I got too close, but he stayed there. Needless to say, it was slightly awkward.

When it began to get dark, we played with candles on m friend’s picnic table after dinner. Somehow, I dripped some candle wax onto his hand, and I proceeded to take his hand and wipe it off with a napkin. He left his hand in there for a long time. o_o;

Does this mean he’s interested or something?

We’re both 16, if that changes anything.

Long time ago I went to a place in or near San Antonio that brewed their own root beer. Don’t remember if it was an old fort, but it seems like it was a rustic, log wood facility. Anyone know what I am talking about?

I had a dream that I was in some town (it looked like Chinatown), and I was in this shop across from a bar looking at ornaments, when this creeper came from behind me and started talking to me in the shop. The thing is, it was the same guy who appeared in one of my dreams last week. I think I was in the bar in my last dream and he had been hitting on me at that time. He’s not familiar looking, but he’s got really red hair and strong features. Well he started hitting on me again in this dream. I was staying at a little inn that night that was on the second floor above the shop I was in, so he asked if he could stay the night with me, and I said yes for some reason.

So we went to sleep in the same bed, and at around 5AM probably, I woke up to him slowly pushing down on my throat and trying to possibly rape/murder me. So I struck back at that loser and started shoving his throat down and we ended up in a struggle. We fell off the bed and I got him in a headlock and proceeded to start banging his head onto the sharp corners of the furniture in the room. I did it for a long time until it started bleeding, and when he started to struggle less, I dragged him into the bathroom and started banging the back of his head into the glass shower door until he was no longer moving.

I figured I had either killed him, or he was unconscious. I left his body in the bathroom, and left through the front door. The front door was already open for some reason so I made sure to leave it open, because when the police inevitably came by, I didn’t want it to look like I had tampered with the scene of the crime. Now that I think about it, the room and bathroom looked very similar to my parents’ room at home, by the way.

So I went downstairs and slipped out the door of the shop, and by that time it seemed to be about 6AM and there were already a few people walking the streets. I then contemplated staying an extra day in the hotel across the street because I had had such a stressful night, but I decided to save my money and return back home to my apartment, so I did.

Ok,it has been a very long time since I have been furniture shopping! We need new living room furniture,entertainment center,& kitchen table & chairs.Nothing too fancy or expensive.Any idea on average how much we will have to spend?

i haven’t wrote in forever and i just wrote this 10 minutes ago… so tell me if you’d continue reading this

Scrunched up behind the counter I peeked around to view the store. It was empty with the exception of a tall muscular man with dark eyes. The eyes drew me to this particular customer, never had I seen such darkness. He was looking at the candy shelf, as he had been doing for the past fifteen minutes. I watched him pick up different flavors; Snickers, Butterfingers, Baby Ruth, but he seemed extremely indecisive. Turning back to my coloring page I smiled up at my mother. She was beautiful, tall with a smile that could brighten anyone’s day. Suddenly her face changed. She was scared, no not scared, horrified. I reached to her and drew back with fear as my hands were covered with blood. Shocked, I watched my mother fall to the floor and opened my mouth to scream…

I awoke with a start. Feeling the back of my neck, which was covered with sweat, and wiping my cheeks that were streaming tears. I looked over at the clock: 3:52. Knowing that there was no way I would fall back asleep I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. My mind was racing as I thought of options. Suicide was never my thing; you can always try to find a positive thing in life. I wracked my brain to find something worth living for. Family? Friends? Non-existent. A wonderfully fulfilling job? Yeah right. Religion? I gave up on God a long time ago. Feeling hopeless and helpless I decided that maybe I had just been sleep deprived and if I went back to bed I would wake up and everything would be better. I made my way towards my bed and stopped in the middle of the room. I had been saying that for a month now and nothing was getting better. Suddenly I was determined that I wasn’t going to sleep ever again, I would never have to deal with my dreams. Unfortunately, a person cannot stay awake forever. I retreated back to the bathroom to continue with my plan. The linoleum felt cold on my legs as I sat contemplating my options. Of coarse there was the gun, but that would be too messy. Slitting my wrists would take to long. I decided that my only option was awaiting me in the garage. A long rope that used to be used to tie down the Christmas tree on top my car. After acquiring what I needed I decided that I needed the perfect spot for it to be executed. Since I had always loved the outdoors I figured that the tree right out side my bedroom window would be a perfect place. My yard was also very private so I knew that nobody would spoil my plans. Quickly I grabbed a stool from the kitchen and went outside. Although religion meant nothing to me, I said a quick sorry prayer and stepped off the stool.

the girl doesn’t die though (obviously or this would be very short haha)

haha i know about the God thing, i personally dont feel this way (of coarse) but i’m trying to get the point of how extremely hopeless she feels sorry if it offended you

ok so im only 14 BUT…… i for some reason like guys who are almost too old for me…… and i know my boundaries so dont please dont go to that……
BUT i for some reason like these people that have grown up with me but they are way too old for me

here they are

Roy- (21) hes the sweetest guy ive known yet. he calls me brookie and he acts like hes my brother at times but other times he acts like he loves me. We have alot in common and we know practically everything about each other.hes really extremely funny.AND my parents LOVE him! they call him son and my mom said to me and roy personally when me and roy where talking roy if i had a older daughter i would let you date her. they call him Royboy and i call him royboy my boytoy to him as a joke and he calls me nookie brookie my cookie.

Eric – (23)hes nice and really funny. but recently we have been fighting because when he has a gf he is such a jerk! but when he doesnt hes so sweet! and i was at the bar with my dad once and eric yells to the whole bar(at this time he didnt have a gf) he screamed out to the whole bar good news jack(my dads name) brooke pregnant and its my kid but then hes like just kidding.. then he kept saying i wanna marry you and i wanna have a kid with you. and i love you.

Mike – (26)hes so sexy and sweet and treats a lady like she would want to be treated. he flirts with me alot and he is ill admit it he is quite a hornball but still hes handsome and really charming.BUT hes has asked me to have sex with him at least mmmm maybe 10 times in the past three years(of course i denied because im only 14 (: )
Troy (28 – 30 some) – ive known him for a long time and i had recently saw him and he knows my "sister" brittany and i texted her when he was texting her and im like tell troy i can see him and so she did then i was sitting on a bar stool with a back and i was stretching over the back of it and he came over to go to the bathroom and he walked by me and hes like spy and he pulled my hair(he knows pulling my hair turns me on lol funny i know) then he went to the bathroom and ever since then hes been say hey theres my little spy ever time he sees me and let me tell ya even though he is kinda old for me….. IS HE _UCKING HOT!!!!!!!

Paul(22) – hes like a brother and ive grown up with him but he sees me more of a really really really close friend that he can sit there and fake flirt with me(even though sometimes he does fake it) and i wont do anything about it. and i had a dream about him that he protected me and killed my teacher (IN MY DREAM) then hugged me and kissed me hes awesome!

i believe thats all of them
Thanks for taking your time!!!

Who do you find the best…….?

And Why?

And why do you suppose Troy did what i told you he did?