Yes. Work is what I do so I can afford to travel. I'm not looking to climb the ladder and work more hours. I just want to not fucking hate my job.

O GOD same mother we have. SAAAAAAAMMMMEEEE MOTTTTHHHHER.

I've been working a long time now in some kind of 9 to 5 fashion, and frankly I doubt I'll ever find a job I truly "enjoy." I tolerate my jobs because they give me money so I can support my family and have my hobbies. Other than that, a paycheck is a paycheck. I find it obnoxious how we're supposed to chase the dragon…

Most people look at me like I have two heads when I say that I don't really care if I don't love my job as long as I don't hate it and dread going to work every morning. My passions are family and friends- I don't have a brain for science or numbers. My dream is to write, but given that I have to support myself…

"I found coffee spilled everywhere this morning."

"Mom, I'm seven. I just woke up and I don't even drink coffee. That could not have possibly been me."

"BUT IT IS SPILLED AND WE ALL KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LIKE TO SPILL THINGS"

-and scene-

I lost a sweatshirt ONE FUCKING TIME when I was about 8 years old and my mother TO THIS DAY (two decades later) will not buy me anything "because [I'll] just lose it anyway."

Family: The social arrangement that provides one with the opportunity to interact with people one would otherwise have nothing to do with .

My family's attitude towards Personality Disorders is "Collect all Ten!" Life has so much more to offer than whatever crazy they're serving.

At 18 I borrowed my parents car, was driving in the rain, hydroplaned-the rear end of the car swung around and off the road, hitting a 3ft high embankment, blowing out both back tires. I had the car towed, tires fixed and mud washed off, then drove home. They never found out.

I bumped the car in front of me pulling out of my parking spot after my professional responsibility exam. Horrified, I turned to my friend and she tells me with wide eyes, "just go!!!" We got brunch and both passed. To ease my guilt, I'm pretty sure it was only hard enough to cause a few scratches ...

Everyone in my high school thought I was on drugs. Because a girl with short dyed black hair who wore black pants, black boots, white shirts and vintage suit jackets was a really unusual sight back then. The reality was that I wasn't the slightest bit interested in drugs. My metalhead friend, on the other hand, got…

Here's the biggest lie/deception that I ever perpetuated on my parents ...

Also, buy a new house when you need to vacuum.

I have hit two cars and left damage and have driven away. Karma bit my ass when I totaled my own car in an accident. I am a horrible, horrible person and have vowed to never do this again. If there is a hell this is what I will burn for.

There's a bookstore near me that stays open as late as the eccentric owner feels like staying, so I actually have gone in and browsed tipsy at one am. It's awesome and has a shop cat.

When I was 14 or 15, I participated in a summer live-in college prep program at the local university. There were, IIRC, 125 other high-school kids, along with a dozen or so staff and instructors. At the beginning of the program, they distributed a whole lot of paperwork that most people never read, including a list of…

At 18 I left the country for the week and told my parents I was staying with friends a couple of hours away because I was a dumb asshole teenager.

I just like the idea of a regular 24h bookstore. "It's 2AM and I need an annotated version of The Stranger immediately!'

I actually made a burner for this one because it's pretty identifiable.

began dating what can only be described as the office's european intern/independent contractor/exchange student/man whore/professional boondoggler my first year in the office. things got serious before he left, and we continued talking/emailing/skyping daily, but kept in on the DL because of his above mentioned…