Or shot into the sun.

That description is spot on.

Indeed. Unfortunately, I’m not in his district, but I’m looking into ways I can help campaign for/support his opponent.

Please come, we need all the level-headed folks to move here and help us get rid of Walker the weasel.

She is a treasure.

We had that too! They had to go out to the sidewalk by the entrance to the parking lot, because I think that was just off school property, and I know that it went as long as my brother was there (he graduated in 2004). Not sure if or when they got rid of it.

I graduated in ‘01 (ugh, I feel so old). We did the “destroy a car” thing, I don’t know if the car was donated or what, but you could pay a dollar in exchange for getting to take a bat to the car. I believe the money raised went to charity. I did not participate.

My parents recently told me that during homecoming week when they were in high school, they’d grease up pigs and try to catch them during the assembly (WHAT. THE. FUCK). I went to the same high school, and man, things had changed in the 20 or so years between when they attended and when I did.

FUUUUUUUCK. That’s good to know. My little four legged canine terror loves to chase bunnies in our backyard. Thankfully they always run from him, but he tips the scales at just under seven pounds, so he’s smaller than the average cat.

Brad Pitt.

Thank you! It was definitely not easy in the early days, but I am so glad I kept pushing. I’ve never wanted anything so much as I do now; my sobriety and recovery is the most important thing to me because it affects EVERYTHING else in my life.

Francis Bean Cobain’s post is beautiful. I just celebrated my first sober birthday back in January, and I feel a lot of the same feelings she expressed. I fought hard for my sobriety and my sanity, and hope someday that my story will help someone else, just like I know her words will.

I just finished Morgan Jerkins’ book This Will Be My Undoing, and she discusses when her mom bought her a vibrator when she was a teenager. They seem to have a relatively open relationship (sorta) when it comes to sex, and I can only hope to be like her mom, if I have any children. Especially daughters.

I ALWAYS dump the crumbs in my mouth, I guess I’m not a lady anymore, either.

I should probably speak to my therapist about it at our next session. I ended up with this specific doc because he’s at the same clinic, and my therapist got me down on the waiting list to see him, and somehow I made it to the top of the list quickly. It was just easier (at the time) for me to go to him rather than…

Ugh, yes. My psychiatrist seriously creeps me out. I don’t think I’m in danger when I have an appointment, but it’s not one of my favorite things to do. I’m there for my antidepressant, and out the door v quickly. I’d never talk to him about things that I would with my therapist.

4th, isn’t 49 *a bit* too old to portray a 33 year old? I mean, I know they’re already taking liberties by making Jesus white, but let’s stick with some facts, eh?

I probably should also mention that cauliflower is one of my favorite foods, so I enjoyed my lunch immensely :)

Man, I hope so. Some other reports I read after I posted said he was missing for a couple days, so he couldn’t have been too out in the open.

Except he apparently hung himself near a little league field. I guess the consolation is that the fucker didn’t kill anyone else before killing himself.