Anyone who loves putting pineapple on their pizza is a psychopath in my book. I mean, why would you ruin such a perfect dish and add something that is not appropriate.

No, your eyes are not broken, dear. I really have the natural face and body of a living goddess. If only I could have changed my name, I would choose Athena, but I thought that having a name and a body of a goddess is a bit redundant.

I am sick and tired of trying to fit in a society that knows nothing but to criticize and ridicule all my actions. As such, I decided to live the way I like, and not give a fuck about what others think of me.

I would love to be with a great gentleman who would treat me like I am a real lady. I know that the thing hanging between my thighs may intimidate a lot of blokes, so I am here looking for the few handful who wouldn't mind me having a dick.

Who I am seeking is a guy who can make me moan in ways that will make my neighbors angry. I want to find the kind of man who has the ability to make me crave for him. The kind of man who is also capable of making me addicted to him.

When I was in middle school, I used to read three to four full-sized novels. Now I see anything longer than a paragraph I immediately bounce. I miss my brain cells. I can't believe they peaked at the age of 12.