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In 2008, I quit my job in Alabama, packed everything I owned in a Honda Civic, and drove to Seattle to restart my life. South Dakota was the only state I took my time with: I planned to see Crazy Horse and the Bad Lands, but I didn’t plan on being distracted by so many charming tourist traps along the way. My dog got

When I got pregnant, I expected HR would be the proper place to go to untangle all the implications of maternity leave for my insurance coverage and find out what other expectant moms generally do, etc. It was like they’d never heard of a pregnant employee before. They basically told me I should have alerted them to

It sits on the bar, and is the size and shape of an old computer monitor (not the flat kind). You give it a dollar and it loads up the game. One one side, your poker hand. On the other side, a picture of a clothed lady. You win, the picture loses a piece of clothing, repeat repeat repeat.

I witnessed a co-worker pass out during a shift once and an ambulance was called, but the story passed around to the customers and wait staff was that he couldn't afford to miss the shift. Still a horrendous way to treat people.

Um, why didn't Russell Crowe change his hotel alias?

Right, and my husband and I (a woman) are both queer; how would they know to discriminate against us?

as in when Orson Welles played Othello

I live in WA state too, and what DRRM says is true: the dispensaries will be able to match you with the right edible for your needs. Don't be shy, those people love their jobs and love talking about the various strains/doses/effects, etc.

Things are working very smoothly in Washington State, smoother in Colorado. It's not that difficult.

In all my glorious days of buying quarters in Georgia, I was only ever sold "laced" weed once, and then by a guy who wanted to hook up with my sister. It was glorious. Weed is safe.

This may be a long shot, but I wonder if the thinking is to plant the seed in the woman's mind that she'll probably change her mind? I think the last thing I'd want, if I were put in this impossible choice situation, would be to think, "Ok I can reverse it if I change my mind. But if I change my mind, how will all

My officiant backed out the day before. I got one of my guests ordained on the internet and rolled with it. Half the guests thought the wedding wasn't legal, but fuck it. We had fun.

Don't date anyone who's trying to be a musician/actor/artist and doesn't live in NYC or LA. He's just fucking around. I poured four years of support into a money pit of a manchild who was following his dreams; his dreams cannibalized mine.

This is the craziest damned thing I've ever heard, and I play Magic the Gathering.

I love it too. There was a model 10, maybe 15 years ago named James. It's not like they're the first to ever do it.

Bunk. There's a million ways to get protein on a vegan diet. And toddlers love tofu, so that helps.

So, I'm going to be the #notallpregnantwomen person. Because I'm at 37 weeks, have a week to go before my maternity leave, and can barely walk. I'm hobbling all over the office with a walker and doing my job. And I'm SURE someone is saying that the walker is some bid for sympathy or showing off or whatever, but fuck

Mardi Gras, 1998. My first and only, and I was with my boyfriend and his fraternity because I'd be damned if I was going to let him go to Mardi Gras without me. Yada yada yada three or four drunken hours after sunset, the boyfriend and I were separated from our group when I realized I'd lost all my money. He'd spent

I wanted something very specific for my very small wedding and thought it would be nicer (and cheaper) to make them by hand. My husband is a cartography dork so I folded little sailboats out of maps and used other map-related scrapbook paper and all sorts of bells and whistles on these 30 odd intricate little

Street hockey, field hockey.