I know you placed ads for one night stands the same day we met on the net. 2 yrs later I check your account daily to see if you're still looking for that.

When my husband isn't home, I like to pretend I have Davy Jones of The Monkees, imprisoned in my basement.

My cousin and I made out a year ago. We're both girls. What the hell is wrong with me?????

I'm 22 and haven't had my first kiss. Sometimes I think I'll die before it happens.

No matter how hard I try, I can't stop lying. About big stuff, little stuff, stuff that doesn't matter. It's like I'm incapable of telling the truth.