If you could replay just one moment...
Posted Fri Feb 26, 2016 11:32 AM
Posted Fri Feb 26, 2016 02:15 PM
Posted Fri Feb 26, 2016 03:57 PM
There's plenty of days I would like to go back, and alter. lol But not so much reliving the same exact (entire) day. Reliving some specific moments within a day, sure.
This post has been edited by VanillaChocolate: Fri Feb 26, 2016 03:58 PM
Posted Fri Feb 26, 2016 10:04 PM
Posted Tue Mar 08, 2016 11:47 PM
Posted Sat Mar 26, 2016 04:47 PM
But would any one change any thing ? if you change the first thing surely any thing else after wouldnt of happened ? so there cant be any regrets in life can there ?
Posted Sat Apr 02, 2016 01:22 AM
Posted Sat Apr 09, 2016 03:28 PM
Posted Wed Jul 27, 2016 04:28 PM
21st February 2014, just after 5pm Houston time.
Posted Thu Jul 28, 2016 11:21 PM
Posted Fri Jul 29, 2016 02:35 AM
Posted Wed Sep 14, 2016 03:00 PM
If I had to choose one single moment... It could be my first road trip to Florida with my wife. We had been dating about 9 months. I felt free and happy. All smiles the whole way; no arguments or weird moments. She drove MY CAR, and I was OK with that. That alone is a pretty big frickin' deal. That trip - just the drive down - was the very first clue that she was the one.
Posted Fri Sep 16, 2016 06:30 PM
Posted Sat Oct 07, 2017 09:45 PM
Posted Sun Oct 08, 2017 11:22 AM
I think several of you missed this part of the original post. But thank you for sharing your memories.
Posted Thu Oct 12, 2017 03:17 PM
I took some pills (back when they actually had mdma in them) and went to some lad's tent I had had a crush on for a while. I smoked some white widow and drank some mushroom tea, listened to some crusty guy sing like a fucking nightingale. Wandered around lost, thinking I was Winnie The Pooh, found my tent and slept for a few hours. Went back to work, served John Peel and the guy from Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, found the guy I had a crush on and went to his tent for some afternoon sex. Nothing earth shattering about the sex but it was good, his cock was really thick and filled me up nicely.
Then we did some speed and did the evening shift before leaving for the evening. That evening I went to this tent called "the womb", it was a round, black tent with a crushed velvet cord in the middle, cushions on the floor and a table around the middle of the tent with all manner of paraphernalia. It appeared you came in, donated some drugs to the community and enjoyed yourself. I remember thinking this is how people should be, not necessarily the drugs but the attitude of sharing. I climbed this huge wooden tripod, hung my arse over and shat at least 20 ft down into a huge shit pile. I may have been slightly over exaggerating the height a bit but in the state I was in it felt like I'd climber the Wicker Man. I don't know how I'm still alive. I'm a very good girl now, the highest I get is two cups of tea on the run.