“I eat salads, ok?”

True THAT. The only thing i gained from this was noting how different the man looked from mugshot to mugshot. 

KFC and cologne : (

What at total piece of fucking shit. This is what privilege looks like: not voting because you’re reasonably certain you’ll be unaffected regardless of who wins—everyone else be damned.

For those wondering, Crew is short for Crewstopher.

Yeah there’s literally no way that I have had sex with more people than John Mayer. I’m a sexually-repressed Catholic (I am aware that’s redundant) with daddy issues and about 25 extra pounds on a body that’s too short to look good with that amount of excess weight. I’m cute and fun, but not cute or fun enough to…

“It was a joke for (my husband).”

They say no because Blumhouse underpays like crazy and has a terrible work environment.

I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little jealous of artists that can sell out. Integrity is great and all, but again, we’re in late-stage capitalism. If I could sell a piece of my own intellectual property for a mil or so every year or two and fuck off doing whatever I want in between, I’d be pretty happy with my life.

Could be worse. I work at Micheals in the frame shop and one of our collections of custom moldings is by them and that means I have a lifesized cardboard cutout of them haunting my every step as I work. Their eyes follow my every movement. Their perfectly pressed chambray shirts cast a sickly blue light over my…

If you literally CAN’T do your job then you’re in the wrong profession, my dude.

Change the code, put in a hidden camera, don’t hesitate to be safer than safe.

The summer after my sophomore year of college, my parents asked me to house sit for them while they went out of town for a long weekend. At the time, they lived in a fairly remote area so it was a bit of a trek, but it was a big beautiful house on the lake and my parents’ pets were sweethearts. First night I actually…

Hi Frida,

About a year ago, I was dealing with the very tragic loss of my parents and distracting myself with Netflix and Tinder. Matched with a guy who had a shirtless mirror selfie - usually a hard pass for me, but he seemed sweet so I talked to him. I had hurt my back and was home in bed for 4-5 days and he said he was home…

Senior year of high school-in the eighties. My parents had moved our family to this godforsaken desert city from the Midwest the middle of my junior year. I was a fish out of water; often quite literally. Left my boyfriend in the Midwest; my first true love. We spent a few months with feverish phone calls, long love…

Okay okay okay!
here’s my story - it’s a brief one!

When my husband and I got engaged, I was living with a roommate. To save money for the wedding, rather than re-upping my lease, I moved back into my childhood home. This meant my parents and grandparents (who lived there) were always keeping an eye out to be sure we weren’t fornicating.

So, being creative, young…

Not nearly as scary as some of your absolutely horrifying stories, but here’s mine. I remember it vividly and get chills every time I think about it.