Dear Public Diary,

Stanthropical

Stanthropical

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We all have profiles, but not all of us want our profiles open to the public.

This is your chance to share your weird and creepy daily activities, without compromising your precious profile. :rolleyes:

Share your current activity, what you've done today or about to do, perhaps seek advice on what to eat or how to handle a situation, share current event or news opinions, share a photo of yourself in a shower, maybe a photo of dreary-looking pile of garbage you've designated as your meal, seek advice about whether to change from night to day pajamas, share odd breakfast cereal recipes, etc...

Don't be shy. We'll get through this epidemic. Venting, attentionwhores welcome.
 
Dear Diary,
Why does Someguy taunt me with his enormous banana and black pussy? I think he wants me to use them to torture him in some kind of twisted fantasy.

It hurts that Jinxy is drinking wine without me. She knows moscato is my favorite :( I need to be strong but I'm on my second box of tissues.

All I can think about sometimes is xyzrp and WomenRfromVenus ❤❤❤ If my soulmate was split into two, they would be it! I spend hours every day writing their names in your pages. They're in my dreams. When I touch myself... well, you know :oops: Im not sure if I should tell them. Do they feel the same way? Could we have some sorta threesome love quest? Would they let me slather then with whipped cream? Im so conflicted.

Also, I know this is public so I don't want to be too honest... oh what the hell. I have fantasies often about Stan and his vegetables. Isn't it obvious that they're not really vegetables or am I the only one that picks up on that? Im already playing with my "vegetables" just thinking about it :p

Sweet dreams xoxo
Lilly
 
Oh My Dear Diary....It amazes me how you have not already burst into flames many times over with all the naughty thoughts I share with you .
But today My Sweet Battered Diary will be no different lol
You see, There is this sweet guy i talk to on occasions on a rather interesting sight I came across not too long ago. Now you see where it gets tricky and yes a little sticky is the fact that his Ding a ling is the finest thing I have ever seen. so fine I find myself with my hand down the front of my panties when I think of ..well you know lol And Deeeeen lol on the flip side...There is a stunning and sexy Goddess that all I want to do is be buried in her massive bosoms. Thinking of her surrounding my face like that while HIS ding a ling is....ummm :) Give me the strength I need to overcome my naughty lustful desires or I will burn every page :) ...And get more Batteries lol :) ..Wet soaked dreams xox
Me :)
 
Dear Sweet Diary,
Today I've been a good girl :) ok ok ok it was only for a few minutes but it still counts right?
Anyway I just wanted to say that last night my 2 oompa loompas ran away. Now Im as surprised as you are Dear Diary because I thought they were happy here with me and all my toys.
I mean...It's not every day you get to live under my bed. Come out to play when needed, you know ..when I use up all the batteries and things. And I feed them too mind you. Oh you wouldn't believe how hungry they get when they are allowed to feast on delicate um goodies :)
Did I not pet them enough for them to stay? Did I have to pour the entire jar of Nutella over me for them to quench their thirst for sweet things? Now I know they both like eating banana splits with extra cream and cherries and didnt complain about eating it with out a spoon lol ooo and the way they covered me with fairy floss and waited for it to melt to my skin and then ......oh wait a sec...theres a knock on my window....oooo its them lol they are back lol oooo they just went to the shop for more batteries , fruit, more Nutella . soooo ummm Never mind Diary ..Me x
 
Dead Diary,

Oftentimes we begin the strenuous journey of building our outward fortress. Stacking one brick at a time. Fastening it with plaster, as we so carefully position the next piece. Emotions choked back, face firmly set, securing a safe future for ourself.
Upon completion, we confidently lean back, so sure in what we have achieved. A wry smile appears and we nod our head "uh huh". Almost daring that anyone should approach and test our fortitude.
Many challengers come and go. Each one takes their turn, beating against the wall. Some effort is hardly noticed. Others , are fairly valiant. They succeed in making our steps unsteady. But we buckle down, stand tall, and wait till they leave feeling defeated.
But then something happens...the opponent nobody noticed. An opponent from distant memory. One that was hardly impressionable, let alone considered a viable contender.
An approacher whos tactics are smooth. Stealthy, ninja-esque; making a fumble in the feet so firmly planted.
For the first time ever. A nervousness rises within. What is this feeling?
...The eyes peer intensely.

Endorphins overflowing the mind. Feline instincts begin to take over. The urge to chase.

(So the game of cat&mouse begins)

You enjoy the hunt. You enjoy the challenge. The worthy opponent triggers your pride to exert all your strengths. To establish yourself victorious. Smiling once again at those eager to try.

But soon fear sets in. You weren't as prepared as you assumed. You begin to question your battle position. The roles have so drastically switched. You now find yourself running as they chase.
...it's the crack at the base of your wall slowly crumbling. Vulnerability finally showing...yet....somehow it feels so good

Logic begins to take over. You consider your options.

You know you cannot win.

Astonished with thought of

Be captured or run
 
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Dear Diary,

I've found myself in a strange new land as of late, filled with all manner of peculiar and wonderful people. I haven't really know how to fully interact with this delightful tribe, but am slowly learning the rules of engagement. Above all, they seem to cherish mutual respect, honesty, quick wit, varying degrees of risque sexual innuendo, and a willingness to be free-spirited and open-minded. I've also found that they protect their own. That any hostile, insensitive, or overly aggressive newcomers are promptly thrashed and expelled from this place. It's quite refreshing to behold. This is quite the special haven.

B. Storm
 
Captains log....stardate 97845.28

Today, we took the Odyssey out of drydock, went warp .07 through the neutral zone, very few other ships were spotted on our mission. We retrieved the package successfully, and returned home to base. There we opened the package and were surprised to find a fully intact probe bot, not something we were expecting this day. The doctor immediately took possession of the probe bot and insisted on giving us a thorough exam. Although, we resisted, the doctor was quite adamant, stating facts like 100,000 people could perish if we contracted the foreign contagion.

Although we continued to resist stating we followed all recommend protocols, including using our tachyon emitters to thoroughly sanitize our extremities and limit our exposure to foreign surfaces and life forms, the doctor insisted....and they needed to test the new probe bot.

So for the safety of the crew we submitted...the probe bot was powered on, and we were positioned carefully, and well, it did it's thing. I can't say it was uncomfortable in the least, I'm unsure about the other crew members however, as they did not participate saying something like, if he's safe, we're good! The cowards through the captain under the proverbial C 59 cargo transportation vessel.

The doctor said there might need to be follow up visits depending on the results and my availability, at this point I believe the doctor is deriving pleasure from their emotion link plugged directly into the probe.

I was pleasantly surprised, the probe bot was warm, and smelled clean, so, I was not running away...

I expect future calls from the doctor for more examinations...for the sake of science of course

Captain out.
 
Someguy1323 said:
Captains log....stardate 97845.28

Today, we took the Odyssey out of drydock, went warp .07 through the neutral zone, very few other ships were spotted on our mission. We retrieved the package successfully, and returned home to base. There we opened the package and were surprised to find a fully intact probe bot, not something we were expecting this day. The doctor immediately took possession of the probe bot and insisted on giving us a thorough exam. Although, we resisted, the doctor was quite adamant, stating facts like 100,000 people could perish if we contracted the foreign contagion.

Although we continued to resist stating we followed all recommend protocols, including using our tachyon emitters to thoroughly sanitize our extremities and limit our exposure to foreign surfaces and life forms, the doctor insisted....and they needed to test the new probe bot.

So for the safety of the crew we submitted...the probe bot was powered on, and we were positioned carefully, and well, it did it's thing. I can't say it was uncomfortable in the least, I'm unsure about the other crew members however, as they did not participate saying something like, if he's safe, we're good! The cowards through the captain under the proverbial C 59 cargo transportation vessel.

The doctor said there might need to be follow up visits depending on the results and my availability, at this point I believe the doctor is deriving pleasure from their emotion link plugged directly into the probe.

I was pleasantly surprised, the probe bot was warm, and smelled clean, so, I was not running away...

I expect future calls from the doctor for more examinations...for the sake of science of course

Captain out.
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