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YES! Future old hippies of the world unite!

What is it with moms and hair? Mine spent a solid half decade trying to get me to dye my reddish brow hair blonde and cut it short, and then suddenly it was, "You have the prettiest caramel-colored hair! I wish I could have long curly hair like yours!" I'm just waiting for the "but don't you think you should color

I grew up Mormon, and so did this guy I liked high school. I asked him to hang out with me a couple times. His response both times (because it took me that long to take a hint) was "I can't hang out with you until I get home from my mission." Which would put our date... five years after I asked him.

Let us pour one out for the amazing catches that we lost in our youth.

Totally. We take it one step further and throw on flannel jammies as soon as we get home. Well he does plaid flannel pants and an old Iron Maiden tee with holes under the arms. And I top my flannels with a big ass robe because I'm always cold. And then we curl up on the couch and chat.

My neighborhood was a former Polish neighborhood with a little bit of Lebanese mixed in. (Jamie Farr, aka Klinger from "M*A*S*H"? He's from my city.) Poles and Lebanese got along swimmingly. My great grandmother and great aunt even ran liquor with the Lebanese mob during prohibition. But during the 80s, it became more

I know—He needs his own spin-off.

I don't even believe in heaven or hell but I'm 150% sure he is one of satan's dumbest henchmen.

Hey brown people the whitest white man to ever white in America says this is all our fault. Well looks like it is.

ATTENTION Emma Stevens and boyfriend! Do Not eat that food. No matter how hungry you are, Do Not accept food prepared by a dude too stoned to pronounce Ranch dressing. Do Not wait this long for McDonald's. Ever. Do not pass go, do not collect dollar menu nuggets.

When I was in 2nd grade, my class made gingerbread cookies. The teachers orchestrated an elaborate ruse where they pretended the gingerbread cookies ran away. They left flour trails around the school, and wrote messages from the gingerbread cookies with chalk. Messages like "Run run as fast as you can, can't catch

I'm the same way. As I posted below, my husband and I got engaged while watching TV on the couch, and I was the one who did the "proposing". It was very low-key. Blammobuddy claims that he hadn't proposed yet because he was trying to think of a way to do it, but I can't imagine him doing anything too awful romantic,

Cetaphil is great, but depending on your skin might still be too drying (I have ridiculously sensitive skin so I can't actually use it that often). I like the Simple Skincare line - seriously no extra stuff so tends to be good for sensitive skin and you can get it at walgreens/kroger(and it's many

For the ladies that have a big difference between hip/waist and big thighs (oh heeeey), I recommend Ann Taylor. I have 41 inch hips and a 28 inch waist.

It's such a farce here, honestly. I'm the perfect candidate for cleaning and tidying up, but when it comes to lifting heavy boxes of paper, the menz are all tripping over themselves to take it from me because my uterus might fall out and they want to show off their stringy little biceps in their Brooks Brothers

Saying that woman who likes to go out and have sex (which is what I assume she means when she says "be naughty") in any way deserve to be raped is as stupid as saying that anyone who likes to go shopping and spend a lot of money deserves to be robbed.

It is such a crappy situation. A few years ago I moved in with a girl I had become super close with. She was the first close female friend I made after finishing high school. We are both giant weirdos, but in retrospect I'm pretty sure she also was suffering from recurring manic episodes at the time (staying up all

It's so shitty what they do, but given that I'm already the black sheep of the family I've given up on saying anything because it will only be dismissed or results in a massive argument. Luckily, my sister is pretty good about not pressuring my nephew. He just likes to eat, including fruits and vegetables that my

the Smashing Pumpkins were my Blink-182. So many feelings.