I used to do this too. I'd find the address in the back of Teen Beat or whatever and write silly letters to my surely future boyfriends. The only signed picture I ever got back was from Macaulay Culkin.

Interesting and possible. She could have known and immediately gone into a defensive/victim blaming mode (Just like damn near every article's commenting section about this horrible story). I would be interested to see if she makes any statements in the future.

Elaine was right. Skinny fucking mirrors.

5 and 6 would have gotten me dumped. This guy sounds like a clingy dingle berry.

...this is the kind of thing I never knew I needed. pms food, right here.

Why won't she think about the boners of strangers? How selfish!

Shut it down. We're done here. Final word goes to Iggy Azalea.

This one time I had a one night stand with this dude I was friends with. He was perpetually broke but so cute and funny. Early in the morning at his apartment my stomach began to feel not right. I said I had to use the bathroom and he stopped me. "My toilet doesn't work." What? Not only did it not work, he used the…

That is basically my dream job. Digging through the artifacts of someone else's life, curating a historic home, yes please. Also, your thesis sounds fascinating, and timely given a certain television show with which I am obsessed. Good luck to you on your endeavors.

Okay, it's the next day, and of all the stories, this is the one that creeped me out enough that I couldn't sleep. Was it sleep paralysis? Was it a dream? There has to be an explanation, right? RIGHT?

Understandable.

I've been thinking about what makes a house haunted. When does it happen? Do many bad things need to happen there? Or happy things? Or just one person who lived there for a long time?

Am I the only one who wants to see pictures of this and other creepy ass haunted houses?

Scary. *shivers*

Ick ick ick. Creepy.

AAAAHHHHH. Fuck no. NO, awful.

Nope. Can't.

I have dreams like that occasionally. This girl I grew up with died in a car wreck 8 years ago. I had really, really loved her and she was so god damned aloof to people who were drawn to her. At the time of her passing we weren't speaking despite how *annoyingly* she had starting to come around my apartment to see…

Dude. Videos.