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Holy Hyaena
Holy_Hyaena

Anyone ending a post with, "Y'all may proceed to hate me now," isn't looking for dialogue. What you're actually saying is, "LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!"

terrifying story: if you don't work on your thesis you will find yourself rewriting the entire thing two weeks before graduation, desperately trying to write words that make sense and coming up with nothing! EVERYONE ELSE WILL BE DONE!

I don't know if this will make you shit your pants, but it almost made me shit mine, so here goes. I work at a restaurant in a southern city. Big, beautiful patio outside with lots of old oak trees growing throughout the patio. Since day 1 at this place, I've had a weird fucking feeling there, especially at night when

When you start a response with "fuck you" it's difficult for anyone to think you're anything more than a spoiled thirteen year old brat.

I don't see the problem here. Really. Which isn't to say I'm not sympathetic with the woman featured in the story, or the unique problems she faces as a trans woman. But ultimately, she represented herself as something she was not, and her status as a trans woman became a necessary part of the reportage as a

Burning sage totally works! I don't even believe in that shit. But I don't believe in ghosts either. And I'm still certain that periodically burning sage keeps places un-creepy.

This is an amazing, beautiful story.

The anniversary of my dad's death is coming up, and you asked for stories of "slight hauntings," so I think I'll share this story again:

Yes I do. However, most of the water we need comes out of the food we eat so the 8 a day number is off. Just drinking when you're thirsty gives the same effect, because your body is pretty good at knowing what it needs.

2 fun facts about the water thing:

When your particular branch of Christianity holds up Leviticus to be literal truth, but only for homosexuality so we can all still go to Red Lobster, you have failed at the entire Christian endeavor. Condemning human beings for loving one another is pretty much the exact opposite of what that guy Jesus was preaching.

FUCKING HELL

The fact that they do a lot of arm chair psychology is because, for the most part, they're all mentally ill over there. Think about the general threads over there. The inability to hold jobs, the inability to make and maintain healthy relationships, all of them seem to live in squalor and are unable to clean their

Groupthink is awful. It's like a weird in-group that loves each other passionately but hates everyone else and bitches constantly about the very site they're hanging out on. They hang onto every single perceived wrong that a writer has done, as if being a blogger means that you should be inhumanly perfect.

It was on GT awhile ago. I'll never forget it, because I couldn't believe what I was reading. Again, not only was it petty and misguided and vicious, the implication was that if you didn't 100% adhere to the most kumbaya PCness possible, you must be mentally ill or about to be. Which, constructing mental illness for

Was that joke? I thought it was something more along the lines of "a pretty person died but we ugly people still live." Which is really fine. With respect to either joke, it does not even remotely justify the petty, vicious speculating that some Jez commenteres engaged in.

Where's the gang rape part? You suck at this.

All rape is kind of hard for me to understand. But gang rape? I just don't get it. I just can't understand how the topic arises, how they agree to do it and why one or more don't realise how messed up they are.

there might just be a difference between telling a random woman that on the street and saying that about some celebrity who is never actually going to read what you write on the internet who is being photographed for a fashion magazine.