glitterowl
GlitterOwl
glitterowl

I am late in replying but what helped me to get over my most significant ex was that I had written down lists of things pro/contra the relationship/ex.

Secret Star Hacks.

She’s got a rogue comma here: July, 30 2015

Honestly “gaffes” don’t seem to work against Trump the way they do against others.

Hahaha Bobby Jindal could simply be monitored from that excellent security cam in his back yard.

I laughed so hard at this. You are an excellent person and I can tell due to how matter of factly you told this story. Go TEaM YOU!

Your mother is a bitch and I hate her on your 12-year-old self’s behalf.

When I was a staff member of a boyscout camp, me and a couple other staffers kidnapped the camp mascot (a stuffed skunk named “Stanky”). We would read fake ransom notes at the morning flag raising and plead for whoever stole Stanky to return him. We threatened disciplinary actions on everyone if the kidnappers didn’t

This camp has everything- A scary tower. A submerged train. Abandoned structures. That thing where bats fly in your face.

My heart goes out to you. Seriously.

I’ve got a few of my own, but I’m telling my brother’s because it’s/he’s fucking boss.

When I was 12, a friend invited me to a free summer camp. Since my family could not afford sleep away or day camps; this was my only chance of living my camp anawanna dream. However, I had no idea that this camp was free because it was being put on by her crazy christian baptist church. The camp was awful. On the

I say we all get together, find this bitch Cassie and shave her head.

My parents didn’t believe in things like “activities” for us. More or less, it boiled down to lazy and cheap, but often justified with things like “God”, “heathens”, and “you’re too stupid for that”. For example, I wasn’t allowed to join the girl scouts with my friends. Years later, I learned that it was because the

First sleep-away girl scout camp, a week long, and I went with a friend from school; we were one state away from home while our families stayed at a vacation cabin, so we only knew each other. It was in the woods but not insane, with lots of activities and swimming and crafts and horses, the whole deal. I loved it, my

I went to drill team camp in the 10th grade. TBH, I have no idea how I actually ever made the team (although I think it may have been when the girl in line next to me during tryouts accidentally poked me in the eye with her prop during the routine and I kept going). I’m a born klutz, never took a dance/gymnastics

I went to camp in Louisiana, which is of course a whole state filled with swampy things that want to kill you. I was taking canoeing lessons with fellow campers, and we were doing the bit where you purposely tip the canoe and practice getting back in. There we were, all bobbing around in the small pond, when one of

God, I have stories up the wazoo from eight years of working as a camp counselor, but there’s one that really stands out.

My first year working at sleep-away camp, we did this training activity where everyone had to talk about a time that we felt “other” or ostracized. The new Drama Director (18 or 19 years old) told

Summer backpacking and canoeing trip - sponsored by our CHURCH. One day we had miserable rain from start to finish. (Side note - I have a pathological dislike of having my face wet. I can swim, I can bathe/shower, but will wipe my face off ASAP. Despite my hat, my face was fucking wet all.day.long.) We also hiked much