For some reason, my dorm-mate and I decided when getting our first apartment that we should move in with her boyfriend's ex-gf and her boyfriend's bff's ex-gf, the latter of which we'd only met a couple times, but seemed like a nice girl.

Nope, that's why SDCC is such a clusterfuck these days. I did it a couple years in a row and then quit in favor of smaller conventions. The demand for the big rooms is huge, and they don't clear the room between events so you get a lot of people who camp outside the convention center overnight, then go in at 9 AM with…

This reminds me of one of the weirdest moments i had at San Diego Comic Con a couple years ago.

After 11 years of no contact, I discovered the Facebook account of an old friend who moved away during high school without leaving a number with anyone. When we were 9, we became friends because we were the only two new kids at our school.

Was this in Austin by any chance? Because this dude sounds exactly like my old roommate. Except that, unless he did it more than once, I was the one who had to deal with him after he drunkenly ran his bike into a car and had blood pouring down his leg.

I want to know more about her everything. Mostly I just want 200 more hours of her being all up in John's space making everything uncomfortable and amazing, then disappearing, then popping up and killing people for him and looking adorable and misunderstood while doing it.

I just finished watching the third season of Luther since it got added to Netflix. I am now hopelessly addicted and of course there are no more episodes. WHY? I need at least 25 more episodes. Right now.

I have no idea what his train of thought was on this one! The funny thing is, I totally remember this despite how tiny I am there. The blackberry bush didn't live much longer than this, and I definitely remember dad helping me pick the berries and eat them.

While my mom was getting dressed for church on Easter Sunday, my dad took me, in my white Easter dress, out to the blackberry bush in our back yard and let me pick and eat as much as I wanted. This is what I looked like when he brought me back.

My parents once left me and some friends at an after-hours care center while they went to a party. We weren't informed ahead of arriving that children only got to eat dinner or snacks if their parents packed food for them, and didn't find out this was the case until we got hungry and all the kids who went there…

When I was 4, my mom left me at the home of a woman from our church while she went to a meeting. This woman ran an in-home childcare and there were several other kids running around.

It's a decent cover, but it bothers me how perpetually confused/constipated she looks while singing.

I'm asexual, but I still masturbate pretty regularly. Asexuality means you don't find people attractive, not that you have no sex drive. My parts all work, and I use them, I just don't have sexual fantasies or think about anyone when I'm doing it.

This number varies pretty widely for me. I'd say I average once a week currently, but sometimes lose interest for a week or two and other times I'll go daily for a few weeks at a time.

It reminded me of my grandfather. He was born in 1921 and he said when he was a kid, during the Great Depression, the kids whose families were better off would sometimes get an apple in their sack lunch for school as a dessert. The lucky kid would eat the apple in front of a bunch of other, less fortunate kids, then…

These stories always make me smile, but leave me deeply confused and a little jealous as well. I'm 28 and I wouldn't say I have a solid handle on my own gender identity still.

This story is a mixed bag, really.

Suggestions for the best websites to buy adult toys? I moved from a metropolitan area to a small town, and the best brick-and-mortar store is about an hour away now.

Tried it a couple times, years ago. It kind of weirded me out.

Me too!