Shower ventilation fan with light

Shower my friend my crush, tryna be discreet I say “the one with brown hair over there”. She keeps guessing the wrong chick, finally she says “the one who looks like the girl from the craft?” Dear god, she does. I’m so smitten.

I’m glad I don’t remember much about spring 2006 except his comforting voice saying they should stop insulting the quality of my lacrosse. Apparently, even the way I cradled my lacrosse stick was offensive.
So, it was a girl who taught me how to play lacrosse. A college student I paid with my minimum wage student job probably like $30 to teach me how to play.
Everyone was offended. My birth mother who had already lost moral credibility in my eyes was offended that I was speaking to that woman. My cross country lacrosse team captain stared me down in the eyes during lax warm up sprint for having the audacity to play lacrosse instead of outdoor track. I knew I was dropping a lot of balls. I could hardly shoot. Jo Ja was counting down the days until Harvard.
Mi Su, whose Torah portion must have been about justice, commented on the JV field, at the school across the street, shared his cautious scientific theory that the reason the quality of my lacrosse was so poor (poor is not a haha word at all whatsoever and working class consciousness rocks!) was because I was scared of something.
I don’t remember the varsity lacrosse captain’s name, although I could find it if I really wanted to. I remember Ja Co for example, and other more popula wel-known seniors from the class of 06.
I apparently have absolutely no idea whatsoever, even now, about the extent to which upperclassmen were gossiping about me in fall 2005. My favorite year of high school. Freshman. Ka Jo (Regina George) and I both chose to play indoor track, which meant we had nice long rides on the bus together to distant points in Baltimore County. I remember her and I laughing together, probably in shock about the transition from middle school to high school.
I remember parents complaining in middle school about how their children were describing personal details about their lives on AOL Instant Messenger away messages. I remember ktzaqt23, of course. My favorite memory about her also involves lashon hara, gossip in Hebrew.
He pointed at this random woman in the hallway ho wore her hair in a messy ponytail on the side of her head, with the ponytail bunched up on the top of her head into a bun. He said “is that a dead animal?"
If it took me 17 years to understand the first part of the joke it might take me a while to understand the punchline. I bet pussy smells great and I think there is a deeper meaning to the joke. I drove, among other things, to a distant dual part of Maryland to lacrosse camp to get special summer camp training in 2004 or 2005 and improve the quality of my lacrosse. My lacrosse is just fine. Ka Jo and I crossed paths in the Salt Lake City airport in 2019 as I was returning home unsuccessfully for my attemp from my attempt to save my Georgetown student status. Her hair no longer looked like a dead animal.
It is the ultimate hazing experience to run a high school based around a competition to see who can be the best Jew, then send us out in the world. My favorite verse in the Catholic Bible right now is “you are the children of your father the devil." That’s also classically one of the most anti-Semitic phrases. The thing is, we ourselves, the students and alumni of that wretched high school, are more anti-Semitic than most people I know. We were anti-Semitic when we threw each other under the bus to chase a false chimera of being the Regina George or Winkelvoss twin of Judaism.
skamjave - Sasha Katie Ally Mimi Jessica Ali Vicki Emily
My favorite member of skamjave is Reaper. My second favorite is Sa, who had the audacity to put Dave Matthews in her screen name. My third favorite is the woman who took her bra off in my room in Latter Day Saints Hospital. She trashed every single item in my hospital cell, and of course I let her.
The reason my lacrosse was so bad was because a woman taught me how to play lacrosse. I hired a college student to teach me how to play on the same field where we had tryouts that spring afternoon. Even the way I cradled and dribbled the lacrosse stick was offensive. But the varsity captain knew so much about lacrosse that he would tell I was taught by someone who uses a woman’s stick. I think my lacrosse is decent and has steraightened out now. I’m done with normal lacrosse sticks and have started teaching myself how to play with a longstick like Ja De. I’m going to go running tonihhht before it gets too dark, then shower.
Away message: brb

This is me with a my full face of makeup. But my problem is when I’m out in natural lighting, I feel like my eyes disappear. I’m wearing mascara but you can’t even tell. Unfortunately, I have hooded/deep set eyes so eyeliner and fake lashes never look good on me. Any advice? I don’t need it to look dramatic, but I’d like my eyes to stand out more.