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I got sooo excited today.. seeing a guy in my class wearing a pair of raw jeans!

They were these really kick ass tapered Levi's.. he had the whole pin rolled thing going and it looked really awesome. He had a great wallet fade too. :D

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I just bought a 2 pairs of boots and have sworn off any shopping untill this summer and this damn DAMN Levi's thing + Cloak sale comes around causing a huge denim/cloak-lust within me to arise. I'm going through some bad withdrawals yo. I really should be saving up EVERYTHING I earn for school instead of splitting it for this damn sartorial collectors mania, but the less I feed it, the hungrier and wilder and stronger it gets.

My wardrobe is pretty much complete for the kind of lifestyle I lead. Aside for maybe a dress suit, I have enough. But the road to being complete has caused me to become used to that feeling of wanting. I enjoy it. But it must be satiated or else the desire turns to a pang and eventually to an all encompassing obsession. How ridiculous I've gotten: I've begun to dream of Anny's pants... not anny herself, but her pants. I don't even want to wear them, I just want to OWN.

>:3

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I just bought a 2 pairs of boots and have sworn off any shopping untill this summer and this damn DAMN Levi's thing + Cloak sale comes around causing a huge denim/cloak-lust within me to arise. I'm going through some bad withdrawals yo. I really should be saving up EVERYTHING I earn for school instead of splitting it for this damn sartorial collectors mania, but the less I feed it, the hungrier and wilder and stronger it gets.

My wardrobe is pretty much complete for the kind of lifestyle I lead. Aside for maybe a dress suit, I have enough. But the road to being complete has caused me to become used to that feeling of wanting. I enjoy it. But it must be satiated or else the desire turns to a pang and eventually to an all encompassing obsession. How ridiculous I've gotten: I've begun to dream of Anny's pants... not anny herself, but her pants. I don't even want to wear them, I just want to OWN.

>:3

yeah it's a dangerous lifestyle...maybe not physically but definitely mentally. A good quote from Mick Jagger comes to mind: "It's alright letting yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back."

and hahaha i always dream of bein in some arbitrary boutique (barney's usually...but it's not one that actually exists) and buying massive amounts of shit. i always wake up before i try the shit on. I've dreamt about being at an "Atelier warehouse sale" even lol

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yeah it's a dangerous lifestyle...maybe not physically but definitely mentally. A good quote from Mick Jagger comes to mind: "It's alright letting yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back."

and hahaha i always dream of bein in some arbitrary boutique (barney's usually...but it's not one that actually exists) and buying massive amounts of shit. i always wake up before i try the shit on. I've dreamt about being at an "Atelier warehouse sale" even lol

I dream of swiming in a sea of haute couture.

I was THIS (^_^)y close to throwing a bunch of denim on the ground of Kiya's store and making a little fort in the corner with 'em.

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dear superdiary,

today, for the second time in a matter of months, i had a run-in with a pervert at the bus stop on the way to school. the same bus stop, roughly the same time. first one's here, though this time this guy was a little more proactive and was actually masturbating instead of just whipping it out). it's led me to the conclusion - and there could be no other conclusion - that i must have tattooed on my forehead, in an ink that perverts can read but i cannot, the words "please show me your penis in public". that, or i'm being stalked by a secret society of gross middle-aged dudes with serious sexual complexes.

no confession, but maybe i should start - i think god is punishing me for my sins.

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dear superdiary,

today, for the second time in a matter of months, i had a run-in with a pervert at the bus stop on the way to school. the same bus stop, roughly the same time. first one's here, though this time this guy was a little more proactive and was actually masturbating instead of just whipping it out). it's led me to the conclusion - and there could be no other conclusion - that i must have tattooed on my forehead, in an ink that perverts can read but i cannot, the words "please show me your penis in public". that, or i'm being stalked by a secret society of gross middle-aged dudes with serious sexual complexes.

no confession, but maybe i should start - i think god is punishing me for my sins.

i feel your pain.

this guy used to park his shitty saturn sedan in front of my apartment (street level, lots of windows, right across from a city park), smoke joints and masturbate... for like two hours at a time.

i felt weirdly like i was being held hotage, 'cause i'd need to walk right past his car to get out of my house... didn't feel like debating the finer points of public versus private spaces with a guy with his dick in his hand, surprisingly.

after a few calls to the police, they busted him, undercover-style.

maybe you should just switch bus stops? that extra five minutes of walking has to be worth not having your day ruined, right?

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Canice you can feel safe that your ability to attract crazy people at bus stops is not unique. I have only been taking buses for 2 years now and I find it wonderful how many nasty, stinky, and crazy people there are that I frequently share the bus with and am accosted by.

I do admit though that women taking the bus, especially cute asian women are going to have more uncomfortable experiences than guys in general... but they got nothin' on me. I think it's because I wear scrubs so I'm usually mistaken as a doctor. Which you'd usually think would be a good thing, but crazy people hate doctors and I'm a magnet for 'em with these seafoam pajamas on.

I gotta say though, it builds alot of character having to deal with crazy situations all the time ^_^.. Alls I gotta say is that it's a wonderful experience, embrace it... dealing with crazy experiences... not the penises.

You should maybe start taking pictures. Treat it as art.

dear superdiary,

today, for the second time in a matter of months, i had a run-in with a pervert at the bus stop on the way to school. the same bus stop, roughly the same time. first one's here, though this time this guy was a little more proactive and was actually masturbating instead of just whipping it out). it's led me to the conclusion - and there could be no other conclusion - that i must have tattooed on my forehead, in an ink that perverts can read but i cannot, the words "please show me your penis in public". that, or i'm being stalked by a secret society of gross middle-aged dudes with serious sexual complexes.

no confession, but maybe i should start - i think god is punishing me for my sins.

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I don't check guys out, but I do rate guys on campus by their outfits. Once I walked behind a guy who wore seven jeans and a lululemon hoodie. That was really weird. But on the side of things raw, I once spied a relatively short, skinny, and bald guy wearing ssk, neon green boxing type boots, and dior sunnies. Ok, that was odd too.

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dear superdiary,

today, for the second time in a matter of months, i had a run-in with a pervert at the bus stop on the way to school. the same bus stop, roughly the same time. first one's here, though this time this guy was a little more proactive and was actually masturbating instead of just whipping it out). it's led me to the conclusion - and there could be no other conclusion - that i must have tattooed on my forehead, in an ink that perverts can read but i cannot, the words "please show me your penis in public". that, or i'm being stalked by a secret society of gross middle-aged dudes with serious sexual complexes.

no confession, but maybe i should start - i think god is punishing me for my sins.

damn, you should buy some mace or pepper spray and get the perv yourself...its hard to depend on law enforcement most of the time.

well, im back on suboxone (buprenorphine) to help me get stable until i get some sobriety time behind me..i know its kinda like cheating, suboxone is actually a narcotic itself, but it helps the cravings and im on a very small dose of 4mgs a day...

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dear superdiary,

today, for the second time in a matter of months, i had a run-in with a pervert at the bus stop on the way to school. the same bus stop, roughly the same time. first one's here, though this time this guy was a little more proactive and was actually masturbating instead of just whipping it out). it's led me to the conclusion - and there could be no other conclusion - that i must have tattooed on my forehead, in an ink that perverts can read but i cannot, the words "please show me your penis in public". that, or i'm being stalked by a secret society of gross middle-aged dudes with serious sexual complexes.

no confession, but maybe i should start - i think god is punishing me for my sins.

i know how you feel. minya always starts putting things in his arse whenever im within 5 feet of him. one time, the only thing he could grab was a traffic cone...

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The other night I had a girl over. We weren't doing much, just hanging out watching tv and getting drunk. Well it was getting late (around 4am) and I was, and I presume she was, feeling pretty drunk and pretty close to passing out. So I figured we should probably getting around to laying each other. Well we started messing around real nasty and agressive-like.

Fast forward 5 minutes. We are in the middle of having sex. Shes on top. Every few seconds I'm smacking her ass; my smacks are getting progressively harder. She approves, both verbally and physically. She tells me I can't possibly smack it hard enough. Naturally the challenge mobilizes me to muster up the hardest possible ass smacking I am physically capable of providing. I keep her on top but tilt my body left slightly so as to get the best possible swing (I'm smacking with my right hand). I wind back, take a deep breath and swing my arm with a grunt.

15 seconds later...

The pain is excrutiating. My hard on is quickly shriveling up. My stomach is cramping, my hands are clutching at it and I'm asking her to please get off.

You see, she saw me wound my arm back and decided she would brace for the smack by tightening her ass. The tightening caused her body to move up and resulted in me....

SMACKING MYSELF IN THE BALLS!!!

so what collection of short stories is this being put in? id like a copy.

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Canice, that's disturbing.. next time just very politely ask him if he wouldn't mind putting his fucking dick away, as you'd like to keep your lunch down today.

superconfession:

after a long discussion on the nature of pornography and whatnot, I was almost tempted to become a suicidegirl just to piss Spike off.

..then I came to my senses.

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i feel your pain.

this guy used to park his shitty saturn sedan in front of my apartment (street level, lots of windows, right across from a city park), smoke joints and masturbate... for like two hours at a time.

i felt weirdly like i was being held hotage, 'cause i'd need to walk right past his car to get out of my house... didn't feel like debating the finer points of public versus private spaces with a guy with his dick in his hand, surprisingly.

after a few calls to the police, they busted him, undercover-style.

maybe you should just switch bus stops? that extra five minutes of walking has to be worth not having your day ruined, right?

why the hell did you call the police on me? i just wanted to be friends.

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dear superdiary,

today, for the second time in a matter of months, i had a run-in with a pervert at the bus stop on the way to school. the same bus stop, roughly the same time. first one's here, though this time this guy was a little more proactive and was actually masturbating instead of just whipping it out). it's led me to the conclusion - and there could be no other conclusion - that i must have tattooed on my forehead, in an ink that perverts can read but i cannot, the words "please show me your penis in public". that, or i'm being stalked by a secret society of gross middle-aged dudes with serious sexual complexes.

no confession, but maybe i should start - i think god is punishing me for my sins.

Personally I blame hentai for convincing every single white pervert that all young asian girls are virgins just waiting for the day they get penetrated by multiple tentacles.

Whilst I don't truck with that, I'm waiting for the day that one of the girls in the university IT lab whips out her vaginal-laser and starts blasting all and sundry with it. The internet has ruined me forever.

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That "whipped out dick" story actually reminds me of a local story in my area. Some guy was hiding in the bushes at the local middle school and when some girls walked by, the guy jumped out and ripped out his dick...he was in his 50s. The girls ran to the office and started crying and went through therapy afterwards.

the end.

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That "whipped out dick" story actually reminds me of a local story in my area. Some guy was hiding in the bushes at the local middle school and when some girls walked by, the guy jumped out and ripped out his dick...he was in his 50s. The girls ran to the office and started crying and went through therapy afterwards.

the end.

:eek:

he just ripped it right off?

wtf?!

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