I’ll check it out, I’m always down for a good read.

Hell to the no. I’m not going anywhere near that train or those tracks again!

The I-Met-a-Serial-Killer stories are my favorite.

Yes. I do. I think that’s why it scared me so much. She was bipolar, and I can imagine that pushing her over the edge. What breaks my heart is that maybe she thought it was him saying those things.

Gimmeh all them empanadas!

Thank you!

Holy shit. I hadn’t thought about that, but I can believe it. Just so many bad things had happened to him in his life. He was very superstitious too. Maybe he knew something was attached to him.

We aren’t divorced yet but yes that is in the works. I do remember the tension in the house and fighting. Like out of control, wake up in the middle of the night to yell fighting. And it escalated fast. It got to the point where he was abusive and a little psychotic, and so he left (not without a fight of course). He…

This is terrifying and I’m so happy you’re okay.

Tell me about it. We didn’t really talk on the phone at all after we moved in, for obvious reasons, but he was really convinced our apartment was haunted. My cat would just stare at walls and yowl. But that might have had more to do with the squirrel nest in the crawl space. I did sage the place... a lot. He had a…

It’s a good thing you didn’t call APD because someone could have ended up dead.

AHHHH

HOLY SHIT NO

Okay, so this is the first real life thing to freak me out in a long time. Here it goes.

Meanwhile, in Times Square...

I’ve been trying to see my vouchers for days, still won’t load. Ticketmaster: always on brand.

I binge on Buffy while I get ready for work and got my husband into it. Slay the demons before facing the day!

His "ex girlfriend" got a restraining order against him and he was served at my house. After an impressive array of lies, he finally confessed that he was living with her during the first 6 months of our relationship. I thought he was working nights at a lumber yard and sleeping at his sister's house.

This was a dual meltdown. My best friend and I were at a musician friend's show in a dive bar. I had broken up with a terrible good-for-nothing boyfriend and she had finally given up on the turd she was seeing casually. Freshly single gals at an acoustic guitar show, knocking back beer after beer. Oh, and my ex was…

That scene from Broad City where Abbie has the house to herself is me. I like to put on my headphones and DANCE. IT. OUT.