I did an unpaid script development internship while I was out in L.A. for a "literary" agency. The agency was one guy. He only hired interns. Most of the stuff I did was pretty basic: getting more bottle water, manning reception, starting the coffee, paying the bills. For the dev part, I would sit and read the slush…

Fair enough! I was thinking more along the lines of: you never know . . .

I mean, meh. Doesn't every coming-of-age actress do their seXXXy shoot? She's beautiful, and you can tell she probably spends 6 hours on her body every day, but am I supposed to feel anything about the shoot? Young, barely legal starlets showing lots of skin in risqué outfits. Yawn. I like it better when it's, "Fuck…

I usually feel the same way about celebrity fragrances. Then, one day at Sephora: I was waiting on a friend trying out lipsticks for her wedding, and I absentmindedly sniffed Lady Gaga's Fame. It was The Best. I asked my friend to smell it, name unseen, and she agreed. Fast forward a month later, and I received it…

I work in an relatively younger office. The department heads are all 50+, but the rest of us range from 24-38, and we call Friday nights "[Company Name] Shenanigans." It's terrible. We've all made out with or slept with each other. We're HR's worst nightmare.

I like to make the statement so comically ridiculous that people don't feel awkward. Why am I pale and downing 3 ibuprofen? Cuz I'm bleeding out my twat. DUH.It's possible I like to push limits. I'm shocked in the 3+ years I've been at my job HR hasn't had to discreetly pull me aside...

This made me lolz.

Michael and Michele Wanko. Has no one else noted their first names? (I will refrain from commenting on their last...)

My reaction to this:

http://redheadedgirl.wordpress.com/2013/04/24/wha…

We did not give up our civil rights. You were not here, you do not know what it was like. We cooperated with officials because there was an unstable bomber on the loose. He was reported to have had a bomb strapped to his chest, like his brother. He had grenades and guns at his disposal. They found several other bombs…

Because people were in lockdown all day after hearing gunsthoots, grenades, copious sirens, and police chases from the early morning on. Wondering if the lockdown would go on all day or into the weekend.
We were glued to our TVs all day, wondering if they would find him alive, if he'd left the state, if the day would…

Seriously. I had my money on an angry, middle-aged white guy.

Yeah. I heard all the sirens last night when I was in bed around 1am (I'm on the Cambridge/Somerville border), but I just put it down as city noise. And it wasn't like reports last night had detail. I knew there was a shooting at MIT, but no one said anything about it being a SHOOTOUT related to the bombings.

Bah. It's not about waiting for fate to intercede. It's about not wanting to try too hard. Everyone knows when you're trying too hard; they can smell it on you. The whole, "it happens, when it happens," isn't a fate thing, it's a "if I'm chillaxed and ok with myself as I am, guys (or whomever) will smell the…

I was there today and it was confusing and then horrifying. I wasn't near the blast because thank god my group decided to get some food. We weren't in the bar in Kenmore for 5 minutes when a few people received a text about an explosion and then all cell service was shit down and they decreed that we couldn't leave…

Yes, of course, it's better in a relationship, but what if you're not? What if you're single and going on crappy date after crappy date? Porn can only take it so far. Sometimes you just. want. to. fuck. Why make it awkward with the guy you're trying to date, or the friend of a friend you've been set up with?

Ugh. This just happened. I'd been macking on this dude for an hour and he finally got the message. We leave and decide to go back to my place. Now, I'm not the tidiest of people and I have two jobs (paid) and a spot on a local board, so my room looks like—as described by a former roommate—Narnia. He comes in and goes:…

I had the same thought. Glad I'm not alone.

Thank you for this. :) I used to LOVE that video.