betawriter2
betawriter
betawriter2

The gun my husband and I have, which is this itty bitty pea-shooter (no clue what it is), anyway, it came from his high school ex-girlfriend’s dad who used to shoot it in their house for funsies when he was drunk. She stole it away from him when he accidentally shot and killed the dog. We don’t have any ammo for it

Right?!!!?

My dad, and I can tell this story here because he is not a Gawker user, once surprised the heck out of us at a family gathering when he got drunker ‘n all hell and wobbled upstairs to ‘bring down his two best friends’, which turned out to be ‘Smith & Wesson’. My mom was shocked because she had no idea he had a gun

I don’t have kids, and I’m going to go on a limb and guess that you don’t either Nexus2161, but if I put myself into the Dr’s shoes, that question probably isn’t too weird. Nor would it seem weird to other people with kids (these days). Maybe a few decades ago it would be weird and ‘gawd, we’ve got a hippie in our

I think if I were in middle school and found out my teachers had said something horrible about me, I would be heartbroken and would think it was all my fault. By high school I was basically, how to put this...? A walking hormone, one giant id in essence, caring only tangentially about teachers, grades, what they

My 5th grade teacher despised me and it was pretty rough. In all fairness, I didn’t like her much either.

That’s why I’m always sweet as sugar to my doctors, their PAs, all the nurses, and every single receptionist that I see - and I see a lot with this stupid chronic disease that I’ve got. I still expect to get slammed because my chronic disease comes with super fun skin lesions so there are times when I look like a

Yes, exactly. Anything attached to a work account, or on work equipment is fair game for being busted at work. If I ever feel like I need to write about work BS to my peers, I switch over to a personal gmail account on my personal phone or personal desktop going to a personal email account of theirs when working at

I’m tentatively in. I’m in IL, in Chicago, which is 100% democratic. #nevervotingtrumptho

My mom did this to me back in oh...somewhere around 1984 or 1985, I think. I was either in 4th or 5th grade. Yep, long-ass walk for me too!

Yay Generation X!

Technical writers: never getting any respect. ***shakes head***

My dentist is just fine and hasn’t murdered or assaulted anyone, as far as I know, and I’ve been going to him for 20 years, 3 times a year (I have terrible teeth and gums). #notalldentists

There’s also one on Clark St. right by Wrigley Field in Chicago.

I was going to ask if that was for real Bill Cosby, and you answered my question. Holy moly. That is...something else.

I work in the Lyric Opera building, so if I work too late to catch the purple line express home, I get the red line and pass by the Flamingo all the time. Love it. And also the Picasso, which I don’t love as much, but it is still iconic.

Kuma’s hurts mah delicate ears! But the burgers are delicious.

Hai from another Chicago person. Rogers Park representing.

I have the biggest crush on Maynard. Lawd have mercy.

Oh honey, I’m not trying to keep it secret that I’m old. But I do like trying to keep up, so thanks for the correction. Seriously!