“My dog ate my integrity”

Ignoring the little things is how we end up with a pussy grabber in the WH.

Pretty sure she didn’t want that specific face, either, but Trump wouldn’t shut up about how she was looking old and needed work. And now she looks like an eternally puzzled deerwife who hasn’t yet figured out where Trump has hidden her skin.

Went to bed early, I didn’t see this coming.

If I was an American, even if I lived in a solidly blue state that didn’t need my vote I’d still be kicking myself if I didn’t vote for Clinton. It would be like if a time traveller appeared next to me and say “Hey, do you want to go back in time? We can’t change the past, so nothing we do will have a noticeable…

“This one tells us that kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome and bestiality are all just fine, as long as the girl finds love in the end.”

I don’t want Trump supporters dead, I just want them to take the journey to the right side of history.

Of course! Although sadly, I feel such an experience would be wasted on them, being that they’re too busy exploring the warm comforting space of their own cavernous rectums.

I am not a wack job, I swear, but I can tell you with 100% certainty that I died of a cannonball that took out my legs at Culloden.

(Copying/pasting from my own blog here, so yes, you can find an almost verbatim version of this elsewhere online.)

When I was a kid, my family acquired a Ouija board. We tried it out a few times, with minimal success, until one day, we ‘struck gold’.

About five years ago, my husband Adam and I decided that it was finally time to start looking to purchase a house. We had always talked about buying an older, fixer upper home because we’ve had the idea that they hold more charm and character. Plus we can appreciate a place that has it’s own quirks and we love the…

Haunted Reflections

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs…

I went to college in Kingston, Ontario. For those of you that have been there, I’m sure you can attest to the general heavy aura of the city; one full of tragedy, dispair, and general malevolence.

When I was little, I spent almost every summer at my Japanese grandparent’s house. There was a temple right behind it, and in Japan having a temple also meant you had graves. I never went into that temple much growing up because they were more our neighbors than anything and being a generally good kid, I didn’t want…

This happened several years ago, when I first moved to L.A. and rented a place in a charmingly old/frustratingly old building. I almost took the efficiency next door, but splurged and went for the studio. I’m glad I did, and not just for the stove and the small amount of extra space. 

When I was a kid my family lived in a very old house on a street full of newly built homes. My brothers and I all have creepy stories about this house, perhaps made creepier by the fact that, due to our parents’ work schedules, we were often alone. Weird things always happened, which my step-dad insisted was just…

One of my great aunts owned a small farm in Wisconsin. Its was about 40-50 min outside of town and on weekends I’d sometimes go with my mom, brother, grandma, cousins, and whoever felt like going that weekend.

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