Off-topic, kind of, but I think I'm in love with your blog. I imagine I will be spending the rest of my day reading Jezebel ghost stories and you and your co-blogger tearing literature apart.

I love tales of mischievous ghosts. I just imagine that they're bored and want to fuck with the living.

I don't want that shit to happen to me, mind you - but I love hearing other people talk about it.

I've been waiting so anxiously for this post since the beginning of October! I read all the comments on last year's post and scared myself silly for two days.

I don't have any good stories, really. At my parent's house we always thought we had a ghost cat. We would feel what felt like a cat jump up onto our beds at…

Oh CT - First Yale, now UCONN. I am disappointed in you.

You're right, I shouldn't have used mental illness as a catch-all phrase.

Cowardly? Addiction is almost always a symptom of mental illness. There's enough stigma over addiction and mental illness without being called cowardly on top of it. It takes a ridiculous amount of courage to seek help, and even that isn't a guarantee that you will get and stay clean.
I should never read the comments…

Aww, I'm a Jen. I mean, technically Jennifer (but spelled in a very unique way, which is awesome until someone Googles me and I'm the only one there) - but everyone calls me Jen.

Interestingly, my boyfriend had a thing against Jens before he met me because of his ex-girlfriend. Maybe my unique spelling exempts me?

I've…

Holy hell that second gif is magical.
And the first...!
And the third...!

Haha, thank you! It's not perfect, but it's the best I've been in years - and it's especially good after a truly horrible couple of months over the summer. I'm hoping it sticks. I have a history of things working for a short time and then just... stopping. I have high hopes for this one though, since it's not an SSRI.

Thank you for the warning :) I have severe chronic depression and PTSD. I can see how Wellbutrin can send someone into a manic state though, my second week on (after a horrific first week in which I cried and broke down and had a complete horrible time) was almost euphoric at times. My boyfriend took it a few years…

When I was younger I took Celexa, I didn't gain weight but at the time I had disordered eating so my experiences may be atypical in that regard. I don't think I had slurred speech, but it pretty much turned me into a zombie. I didn't cry for years, even when my beloved great-grandmother died. I was still depressed,…

Oh god, I'm so glad my dog is not the only brat that does this. If I'm not petting him - slap. If I'm petting him wrong - slap.

I feel like it's even stranger that this was made without this post in mind. There really is everything on the internet.

This makes me so happy. If there's one celebrity who I would love to be BFFs with - it's definitely her.

I've never gotten a dick pic and I never want to. Male genitals not attached to a personality do nothing for me.

I think it's better to have politician's private and public lives be one in the same (or at least, to the point of any regular human being). At least with Twitter, it's easy to tell which politician is a sexist, racist, classist douchebag who just hires good handlers and speech writers.

This is me, right here. I am a ghost in the house. It always unnerved people I lived with that aren't my parents or my boyfriend.

Yup. I was more interested in my Barbies humping each other than any of them getting with Ken. Poor Ken, he was a forever alone.

This was me as a kid too. Barbie and The Little Mermaid everything.

I still have a few Special Edition Barbies in the box. They're doing much better, collector wise, than the giant tupperware full of Beanie Babies I have.

Nope. Well, you can - but it takes a ridiculously long time and everyone I knew who did them either stopped or turned to doing dope. (You have to grind the OPs, which is the new formula, up and cook it and it takes forever and if you burn it you just wasted all that money - no one wants to deal with that)