greyjoysmissingmember
GreyjoysMissingMember
greyjoysmissingmember

Here's my hilarious FB "romance" story that ended up in false accusations of domestic violence, a stolen computer, and a deadly weapon.

Oh yeah tons of professors are just phoning it in when it comes to teaching. I got a definite, "look kid, this is just my day job" vibe from almost everyone who taught me. No one ever seemed invested in even trying to pay attention to what you did. I think the absolute worst feedback I got was that my script was,

This is great, and very necessary. Part of why I gave up during film school was because it was so male dominated, and I never had any female mentors. The film program actually skewed female, but by the end most of the people making films in the advanced classes were men (women usually shifted focus to producing, like

"However, it's rather hypocritical to champion body positivity, as Gaga does, and then present altered and slimmed images of oneself as reality."

Oh, tumblr. Not with that new haircut.

Team Old Daario! New Daario is very nondescript. Old Daario was cheesy but at least he looked different to every other guy in the show.

My thoughts on new Daario.

Why does one need eleven bridesmaids? Especially when 10 of them have to be "not Jennifer Lawrence"?

There must be better pictures out there. This one

Thrift Store Chicken Raising, now available on etsy? Do they have a crystal ball?

I was the newest arrival in the Hamptons. By all appearances, I'm a friendly and sophisticated "girl next door," but with a dark family history, I'm anything but what I seem. Seventeen years ago, my father was framed for a crime by neighbors he trusted, and sentenced to life. I never saw my father again, and spent my

There was this girl that started dating one of my husband's friends and I had to hang out with her all the time for this reason. I had really bad acne and whenever I would complain about the pain I felt on my face because of my fucking face tumors, she would touch her face and tell me that her skin was beautiful

I was in AP Physics C, the calculus-based class, when I was a senior. I was awesome at physics. In our class we'd often present problems from the homework. Our teacher would go around the room and check our work, then assign students to write their work on a portable white board. The problem would then be presented to

I buy things off a person's wedding registry and never give them the gift.

I dumped a jar of pickles into my ex-boyfriend's gym bag when we both worked for a professional sports team.
The man hated pickles.
I don't regret it.

My ex-husband was...difficult, so put it mildly. But I believed that we loved each other, so it could all be worked out, right? WRONG. Turns out, he was a regular Craigslist perv who hooked up with strangers all throughout our marriage - both male and female, as long as they dressed female. This was shocking, to

When I found out my staunch vegan boyfriend was cheating on me I put a slice of extra cheese pizza in his laptop and closed it.

I signed a homophobic and sexist co-worker up for various gay publications, subscriptions and fan clubs. I paid the subscriptions with money orders and had some sent to his home and some to work.

I'm not the most eloquent person, but I'm always eager to share two tales from my time working at Wendy's.