Get. Rid. Of. The. Box.

My friend has a balloon story very similar to the one here.... Her boyfriend bought her a mylar balloon for her 21st birthday. She and I were sitting on the couch when were heard a slow, scraping sound. The balloon was dragging along the ceiling, out of her bedroom, down a hallway, and into the room were were in, only…

I cannot express to you how fucking delighted I am by a legitimate ghost story about the motherfucking Noid.

I still want to grow up and be Stephanie Zinoni.
And not just because she ended up with my dream man Michael Carrington/Cool Rider.

This comment was the one that I want.

Damn those pants are super tight , there is no way I would fit into them unless…
I better shape up.

Actually, I think “Classified” would be a better one for fun—

God, I hope that "lock him up" chant burned its way into his insecure little facsimile of a soul and we get a torrent of rage tweets about it tomorrow. HOOK IT TO MY VEINS!

The vindication of Washington sports fans.

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To much butter is not really a thing. 

Eat the less than pretty evidence, and no one will ever know! I think we have the same backsplash titles!

Had a pretty rough week. As of yesterday I’ve officially been alcohol-free for one month but it’s really frustrating how being sober makes a lot of your other issues come to the forefront. I was able to see my therapist yesterday and while it certainly was helpful it made me realize how much I need to work on myself.…

I’m going to take this opportunity to share some pictures of my own Cinderblock-type kitty (who is no longer with us). She was such a funny girl. 

Ugh, that would make me SO mad.

So I took the bar exam in Ohio in July and did not pass. I wasn’t at all surprised, because I didn’t study at all – two months before the exam, right as my study schedule was kicking off, my partner of two years broke up with me unexpectedly and I had to move out of our house, back in with my parents, and then deal…

Your boss is some bullshit! And I love that you made the cake! And used beet sugar!

I’ve been marveling at Cinder block all day! You go girl! Or don’t! It’s all good, kitty.

(burner) The love of my life, my spouse, the father of my kids, the kindest, gentlest, most feminist genderqueer (AMAB) person I have ever met recently had a long manic episode that culminated in an extreme psychotic break that culminated in them trying to strangle me to death (they would have succeeded if someone…

This week was somewhat less sucky than they have been lately. It’s review time and the worst thing my boss had to say was that my “more confident attitude lately was not as welcoming” which is some sexist bullshit I refuse to acknowledge.