I'm doing this for funsies, but if you wanna keep it rolling go for it.
1- Porn [lol]
2- Fuck [the word not the action lol]
3- North Carolina
4- Gay Husband
5- Hair
1. Porn
I SURE DO WRITE A LOT OF IT! I also read a lot of it. And love every single moment of it. Porn has been an integral part of my life since I was about 13-you know, the teen boy syndrome-and not just glossy magazines and scrambled channels, but writing and reading the stuff. I'd probably kill myself if any of my old work got out because it was FUCKING AWFUL. I'll never stop though. I thought it was just a phase when I started, but that was seven years ago and I'm still kickin'. Some of the stuff I write is still absolute shit but I've come a long way and I do have a few gems amongst the bullshit. As for real porn, back to the glossy magazines and scrambeled channels, I don't have as much of it as I used to, for which I'm kinda glad because mom and I already have enough awkward shit to talk about without her finding my playboys.
2. Fuck [word]
Quite obviously this is my favorite word. It works in any fucking situation, in any fucking capacity, and just by it's use someone can gauge exactly how you're feeling. Show me what other words do that every single time? Not to mention, it's just a fuckin' fun swear! Eclipsed only by the C word ('cunt', for those of you who don't get letters and are staring at the screen going "What does cancer have to do with it? Nyrrrrr"), 'fuck' is one of the motherload words, one of the ones that us 90s kids got the belt for blurting out in front of gradma after she handed you the ugliest scarf at the department store when you knew she had the money for a new Sega Dreamcast game.
3. North Carolina
Where to fucking start? (See? Use of 'fuck' to portray disgust. Damn that word is fucking awesome) North Carolina has been the bane of my fucking existance since I was a little, little kid. I've been stuck in the same Goddamn place for way too long, and the people here are all fucking ignorant angry stupid hicks. Or at least, the ones who are born, bread, and never getting out. I've met a few good ones, but they all either came from the North, or have been around the world. Fuck this place with the highest authority of 'fuck'. Things are so backassward, and yeah, I know, you're sitting there going, "But Dev, there are worse places not even around the world but right here in the US that are worse!" and you can fucking save that speach because what's going on elsewhere doesn't fucking effect me directly the way this shit does. I draw the line at being called a useless dyke by a pregnant 14 year old high school drop out.
4. Gay Husband
My Gay Hubby, my sweetheart, one of the great loves of my life behind Tarantino, the IKs, and good cigarettes. I've known him since about the seventh grade, even though we met in fourth (neither of us can really remember it too well and PICS or it didn't happen). When he was pretending to be straight, I was the only girl he didn't try to go out with because hey, when you're that deep in the closet you learn to recognize your own. Then he pseudo-came out, and I completely came out, and we did everything together. Mall, movies, prom-hell, he was just hanging out with me at home for a while. He is really one of my best friends and I love him more than words can really describe. Even if he is a big gay bitch sometimes.
5. Hair [Not the play]
I have a love/hate relationship with hair. Most of the time I'm okay with mine. It's short as all hell and right now it needs to be cut, but most of the time it'll behave now that I cut it. See, I used to have it down to my ass, nearly to my thighs at one point. That was cool, it was fun and all, but I also have a very hot tempratured body and in the summer I fucking died because I'm stuck in the motherfucking humid as shit hot as hell south. So after having my hair long as hell for years, I went in, and told them to chop that shit off. All of it. Now it's about shoulder length at all times. Again. I need a cut right fucking now. The thing I love about my hair though, is that it's always been straight. Perfectly. I don't have to do anything to it, I don't even have to blow dry it. It does basically whatever I want it to. Yes, you can all hate me now. I have the perfect hair.

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bouncy
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