Last week, I kept hearing my parents have sex. I was able to still hear them with the door closed and with me under my sheets. It was not that they were loud, but my room and their room are in close proximity. The best way to describe my feelings is that I don't need to see a psychiatrist, but it was not like I enjoyed it at all. I sat thorugh it and tried my best to block the sounds out of mind because there was no way to totally block out the noises.

by Anonymous 12 years ago

P Time for you to get a job anf move out.

by Anonymous 7 years ago

"...and that's how I learned to always knock..."

by Anonymous 12 years ago

My Pongo piñata /: When I was really little I didn't know what pinatas were for, but I saw a 101 Dalmations one and, damnit, I wanted it. I named him Pongo and got pretty attached to him. Imagine my horror when, on my birthday, my dad calls me into the room and I see him and my cousins beating my beloved Pongo with a hockey stick...

by Anonymous 12 years ago

Thats horrible!!!! Actually its pretty funny, but still....Horrible

by Anonymous 12 years ago

Hahaha I know... I look back on it and can't tell the story without laughing, but I didn't find it so funny at the time d:

by Anonymous 12 years ago

Pretty mean and inconsiderate. Did those people ever look at you or know what you liked and why were they not inviting you to the party.

by Anonymous 7 years ago

No never at all

by Anonymous 7 years ago