This is mostly a sad story. I have never had a roommate besides my husband, but I lived in a dorm (single room, woohoo transferring) and was across from the communal bathroom. Across the way was a girl who never left her room. She also never, from what I could tell, washed. Occasionally she'd sneak her head out the…

I hear you, Fluter. I love my hormonal birth control. No period in two years. My skin is clear, my moods are better, and I can have sex anywhere and everywhere. Well not everywhere. Turns out they do patrol the lincoln memorial.

I made my husband sleep on top of me. The logic being, as he was blood family, they would go for him first, allowing me to make my escape. True love and all that.

You youth and your odd understanding of old.

My MIL used to make these. I once had to sleep in the room (damn you holidays) where she kept the parts. There is no greater agony than attempting to fall asleep with a cornucopia of decapitated baby heads and severed limbs strewn around you.

I got a good chuckle out of that one. Thanks!

Between this and the judgmental tone from the Hot Prison Guy article about his wife, maybe it's time to take a breather from accepting things for what they are and not, you know, criticizing the system that makes it so.

Honestly? I'd be more inclined to do that eating thing some people are into. Especially if it was creamy polenta, mmm.

No worries. And even so, my guess is the plot and characterization differs so much, it's probably nowhere near the same even if the setting matched.

Yeah, no, he didn't rip off her story. You can't copyright a title and there are plenty of stories about coming of age in a childhood location. Heck, there was a movie not too long ago about an amusement part. That vampire morose woman was in it so I suspect it was a coming of age piece.

Aww. Poor polenta guy. That is a delightful tale.

His mother started that donation pool, so I think the wife is allowed to have differing opinions. Also not sure what to do about the implicit judgement that because one of his family member is accepting money (that he, as a minority with a criminal past, would generally have no access to if he wasn't born beautiful -…

Dear lords. Someone help that baby.

#notallwomen

If only he knew about the Gay Agenda. We could have been prepared.

Shrug. They seem all right. No worse than any of the other things we do to the planet.

I was eight or nine. It happened at school. As someone must have thought the film Carrie was a PSA about teaching young girls about their bodies, plenty of adults had already told me what to expect.

I suppose the left has to make concessions for the occasional bat-shit, in that we are mostly correct about things. Else it simply isn't sporting.

Weird. I was referencing Don Quixote who also had strong feelings about windmills.

Cervantes was right, dammit.